Meadowlark Prairie Here I am…. A tumbleweed.

She had accepted his offer of friendship. He beamed, his eyes aglow with youthful happiness. 

Another question arose, where he was from: “My home is south of these lands, a placed called Wyoming.” He explained, “I suppose it’s similar to here, there’s a lot of desert and open land, and we have tall mountains.”

Talking of home began to make him miss it, just a slight twinge. But he reminded himself that this was his life, it would be one great big adventure.