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
a pelican
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.
Pelican, it's a cold night. You can join me inside my tent as long as you let me be. I'm exhausted and need some sleep. You are a very kind man. Can I offer you some fish as a thank you for your generosity?