Horizon Ridge hum drum

Kennedy had always enjoyed peace and quiet, but even he was growing restless. As he lay on the grassy strip that separated the beach from the ridge, his tail twitched in anticipation. The air was warm, and yet he was doing nothing with it. Never before had he felt such unease within him, and the Delta was beginning to wonder if things would remain this way. Although his ascension into the ranks had been a huge ego boost, he did not feel any extra responsibility thrust upon him. In fact, he had not felt compelled to do much of anything aside from feed himself and occasionally seek out Pied or Pump.

Today, though, he could take it no longer. Raising his chin (and voice) to the heavens, he called out for anybody to do something with him. He was desperately bored, and the nearly five year old male needed something to occupy his mind.