Today, Yu found himself quite....bored. There was an odd runthrough of rain for a few moments of the morning, a rain that had awoken him from his beauty sleep. Now, with an uneventfully pale sky and no prospects of anything livening up, he blinked, quickly transforming the pale blue sky into a swirl of neon pink and faint orange. The grass became more noodley, taking on a bluish color similar to his own. A silver glittery wind floated by, carrying with it golden butterflies and bright purple singing birds. Smiling, he started to trot forward, his bright green eyes taking in everything in excitedly.
It had become quite perfect now. The tree stumps were smiling up at him, and the broken, knarled bushes were dancing. He himself had a slight bounce in his step, as he went along to the beat of the songbirds.
