Bly giggled loudly. For what reason? Not even he knew. It just seemed like the right thing to do at the moment. He sat down like a dog as his parents had done ages ago and played with a moth. He wondered why the thing was so afraid of him, he wasn't scary! Was he? No. He soon got bored with it. "You're no fun." he said to it and turned his whole body away with his nose in the air. He most likely looked like a pouty mare that had not gotten her way. But of course he was clueless as to what he looked like. He peeked over to find the moth gone. He snorted and stood up to go look for it.