It was a good day honestly, a good day of relaxing. Well, to him anyways. Why was it a good day, you may ask? Well, it was a good day to him due to the steady patter of raindrops against his window along with the distant rumble of thunder and the flashes of light that would sometimes echo his room. That, now that, was why it was a good day of relaxing. He knew others would probably be bummed out for the rain, but he found it particularly soothing. In fact, if it wasn't for his love of reading, he would be outside now. But sadly paper and water didn't go too well together, and ink and water certainly didn't mix. He knew that from experience too, and had even lost one of his favorite books to the incident. Nonetheless, he had thankfully learned instead of refusing the obviousness and attempting to invent ways to avoid it. Nah, he liked his life simple, and if he overworked himself it certainly wouldn't be simple. In fact, it would be the opposite of simple, complicated.
And so that day he could be found reading peacefully under his think blanket on his bed, his tail flopping over the edge as it usually did. The book he was reading wasn't anything out of the normal that he usually read, which usually had to do with outer space. More or less focused on the moon as well. But today he reading about possible forms of life on the moon, and how there might be life on the planet one day. However, he knew Mars would probably come first, and he might not live till life on the moon, but he still hoped for it, and the more he read about the moon, the more he hoped indeed. For he was what some may say obsessed, and not just in small ways. Perhaps it was all the references he made. Oh well, it was something like that. But he honestly couldn't help himself, that was just him being him. And so what if he got to be a little obnoxious sometimes, he just didn't care. Perhaps that was why he didn't have many friends though. Most just called him a nerd. He didn't care about the name, but he did dislike the bullying, which was another reason why he liked the rain. It was highly unlikely that a bully would show up to knock him down or something. Bullies didn't bother him much though, they were just the idiots of the place that were looking for attention to him. It was true, they got attention, but honestly he would never want that kind of attention for himself.
It seemed the day would be quite peaceful for him. After all, it was just him, his blanket, his little stuffed narwhal, and his book on the moon that orbited planet earth. Nothing he couldn't wish for anymore. Of course, that was what he had thought anyways. Life never seemed to like him though, and today the life was scared out of him when he heard a banging on his front door of his cabin. Followed in reaction from him, the male jumped, his stuffed animal falling onto the floor with a soft clunk. Climbing out of bed quickly, or more like falling out of bed, he quickly picks up the narwhal before scampering towards the front door. Not only until he reached his own bedroom door did his blanket fall off him. And he didn't even stop to pick it up either. After all, it seemed someone was at the door and he certainly didn't wish to leave them out in the rain. That was bad manners and unlike some, he didn't participate in that behavior.
Finally reaching the door, he opens it and stares out into the pouring rain. Funny, nothing was there. Great. He had been pranked, and he had been so warm and comfortable too. Although when he looked down in the way he would retreat to close the door, he found a small basket, in which inside cradled a clay circle as it seemed, which was painted by the looks of the moon. Calling out a thank you, the male picks up the basket and places it inside his cabin before closing the door. He hadn't known of ordering something, so perhaps it was a gift. From who, he didn't know, but whoever it was from, he would hopefully find out.
[747 words c;(didn't see the word limit before sorry, I'll make another story if needed in replace for this one.)]
