Svart just started to travel with his father leaving his mother and brother behind. These days he felt lonely for he had no company of his age and his father wasn't good in playing. It seemed he was always occupied with studying everything they came across of. What interested father bored son to death.
So there he was, playing by him self again, chasing after a butterfly. Lately he couldn't find any bigger animals to play with other than bugs. He emerged from a small forest to opening filled with brightness of early morning sun light that it almost blinded him. It was beautiful late summer day and grass was stretching all the way to his belly. It's tickling made Svart giggle. This slowed him down and soon he lost his prey. Svart stopped and sighted. Alone again...
He looked at grass. Well since his toy run away he could have breakfast. Svart started eating slowly.
