Spring had arrived in Helovia! Or Birdsong or whatever this weird culture that Wilibald had found himself in decided to call their seasons. Today, he didn’t really care about all of that (okay he did but he was ready to pretend) other stuff. It didn’t matter that everyone here was just really weird or that some of them blinded him with their brilliant colours. Did these ‘unicorns’ and ‘pegasus’ pollinate like flowers and require the extra umph to attract gigantic bees?

Oh junipers did he ever not want there to be gigantic bees hiding about here. That definitely should be something worth mentioning. For now, however, the only bees that he had seen were the normal-sized ones – some nice plump bumblebees having woke him up earlier as they bustled about the new blossoms in the little thicket where Wilibald had decided to make his bed each night. There would be strawberries later in the year and even if there weren’t other reasons, that would have been enough to want him to stick around this place a bit longer.

Strawberries were a rare treat in his home because everyone snatched them up quick as you like.

He was rather in love with this place, which was often a source of grumbling because by all reason he should have packed up as soon as he had been greeted in the gloomy forest by an even gloomier looking fellow. Then Midas had found him and brought him here and well, maybe it was the full belly but Wilibald just did not feel like vacating the premises anytime soon.

Well, he did move a little bit at least.

Leaving his bed by the pool, he waded the cool waters until he was in the main meadow of this herd land, where the sun should be shining down but instead a rather dreary sky loomed overhead. Realizing that he would not get the chance to nap in sunlight today, he sat back with a sigh and regarded the mid-morning sky with a most despairing look.

That was not very nice of it, to be so uncooperative. Rain was undoubtedly on the way, likely before the sun reached its peak.

Guess he needed to find something else to do today! Dark brown eyes scanned about the meadow as he maintained his sitting position – knowing full well he’d have to get up soon if only to move to a more private (and comfortable) spot. Rainy day naps could be pleasant, sure, if you had the right nest for it. But he was working on his still! More materials were needed. "This rain is most inconveniently timed." He thought to himself as the first few drops fell, a light - spitting type of rain. Not quite enough to encourage him to move from his stubbornly picked spot.