Kevan Smith - Much

At break of day Bonn can hear a distant Siren soaring across the sky in a sparkle of iridescent teal.  A slumber of Red-Black Pandas meander down the valley searching for breakfast.  Cuddles grumbles and gruffs at them with a little needing dance.  The spook-reed puffs occasionally as yet another small creature stumbles in.  He stands still to hear a herd of Grumblebums rounding the Great Rock trail leading to Blue Lake.  The red and yellow suns climb the western sky; mist rises from the blue meadows; Bonn sighs, with so much around him, he is unique but not alone.