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@Levi !

The days had been wearing on with a heaving heaviness, boredom wearing down his patience. They had passed much the same, and the monotony, regularity of his schedule was scraping at the edges of his patience. Every morning he would wake up and stroll the forest, hunting down new plants that he could dig up and replant in an area near his shared den. And he would struggle with keeping some of them alive, as not all of them seemed pleased by the move. He was far from a green thumb, and already he had had to rip wilted plants from the ground to make room for new ones. The cold was not helping, and certainly his self-imposed task would be far easier come the spring, but the winter was mild enough that he felt he couldn't get away with not trying.

But trying was wearying, when the fruits of his labor proved scant. Aesop knew himself well, well enough that he was well aware of the fact that he needed to shake things up a bit. And so Aesop hatched a plan, one that would hopefully prove entertaining. Mischief in mind, he trotted to the beach, where he would set his plan in motion.