Shabby, torn fabric, stained by weeks of travel and bleached from the harsh sun. Long, thin sticks held the fabric up so it formed a triangle with the earth. The sticks were buried deep within the shifting orange sand to hold off the blistering wind.
Tent, Desert
garden dog
the man sleeping inside.
I'm a very sleepy person. I live in the castle as a jester. My job keeps me entertaining the royalty for many hours a day. I love what I do even though I'm alway exhausted. I love the enjoyment of entertaining others.
hello dog friend Woof! *Hello Human Friend!* How is the garden treating you today? Bwarkbwarkbarkbork! *I chased a squirrel out of the cabbage!* here boy fetch Bork! Bark! *Oh boy Stick Throw. I love Stick Throw!* want this bone Bork? Bark. Bork? Bark. *Oh man. Stick or bone. Stick or bone. Uh, uh...*  Bone is more fun Bark! *Okay, bone!* it's a bit warm out here today dog. Do you need some water? Bark bark! Bark? *Hey, is there something crawling around under here?*