Zeus laid his chin on his front paws, looking out over the rolling hills of golden farm land. "Good night, sweet plains." He sighed, swinging his paw over the scenery in front of him as the sun disappeared. The totally insane kuhna thought he caused night and day with his paw. He yawned, getting up and flicking his tail away from him, and stretched as he bounded down the hill toward the small field. The field was like nowhere Zeus had ever seen before, three acres of pure hay, circular indents every few inches where fellow pets slept. Zeus had run from the valley, where Lina was, and was hiding among the farm-folk. Slowly, right on time, the buttload of tired, dirt-smeared pets approached over the hill, and Zeus bounded over to the nearby mud puddle, where he rolled to make himself dirty in appearance, as though he had worked the whole day. He ran around in circles until he was tired and panting as the rest of the pets that filed in were. Finding his way to a 'bed' of pounded down hay, he sighed, curling his tail around his face, shielding his eyes so in the morning the sun would not hit them and wake him up. Everything was quiet as Zeus fell asleep, except for an occasional rustle as a pet rearranged himself in his nest.
