Tomite lay under the shade of a tree, bored out of his brain. He could find nothing to do today. So far, he'd gotten up, caught himself a butterfly, and meandered around. Well, he'd gotten some food earlier that day, too, but that was besides the point. It wasn't quite the heat of the day yet, but the young dog lay in wait for it to come, ear flicking flies away in the heat.
"Not even a tiny gust of wind," he said to himself, pondering the bugs that... well, bugged him.
He rose to his paws and wistfully started to wander. Anywhere, he just had to find something to do with the day!
