Dreamsnare Roosken
Sadre
Sadre tumbled over as he stopped. He'd been walking for a day or two, only stopping at night or when he absolutely had to eat. He got up and walked to a nearby fruit tree, picking up a newly fallen fruit.
This stuff is good. Maybe I should stay near here for a few days.I'd eat well. Very well. Juice leaked down his beak and into his feathers. "Maybe I'll find a pond to take a quick bath in. I'm filthy." he was covered in dirt from the road he had followed, and of course, now had fruit juice all over him, too.
Maybe I'll meet a few people, see a Mr. Wilson. Well, as long as it's a guy. It's sort of creep when they're girls... He got up and went in search of a pond, or even fountain.