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
his horse
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.
Unfortunately, I have no food right now. I hope my groaning stomach did not wake you. What were you dreaming about? More sleep. Do you want to play fetch? I will play fetch with you. I will need to take your stick. Alrighty! Throw if as far as you can outside this tent I will wave at it as it leaves. You threw it too far. Now get it yourself.  No, I am tired. This oughta wake you right up Get off of me Don't hit animals you knave. Or I wont give this back