The sun was high and hot in the sky as the last few days of spring wained away. Azzan tromped through an open field without a care in the world; he had, for a moment, managed to escape the watchful eyes of his parents. He had never been out on his own before, or alone for that matter, since he had been lost the day he came out of his basket. To tell the truth, he found the silence to be pleasant, almost awe inspiring ans he continued on his exploration of the world.
