boredom

C A L B R A C H

He laid down, smiling broadly at the fox. He listened to her outlandish fear of living as bipeds in twig huts. He laughed hysterically, it was loud and jarring to most. So far Autumn didn't seem to mind. His laugh faded into a warm smile.
"Ah, yes. Can't have that. Though, to be honest, living in the trees couldn't be that different from just building a shelter out of the trees. As for walking on two legs - how would one not constantly trip on their own tail?"
His face twisted into a hilarious display of utter confusion at this last notion.