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
the man sleeping inside.
garden dog
I am a proud greyhound. I am loyal to Prince Worthington and his large family. I protect and love them.
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?* Just some bugs I am sure. 