Dragon
I walk up to a beautiful Monday morning. I slept in a box for the past 2 nights if I could remember. I yawn, a big one too that showed my teeth. I cral out from the box's cover, every bone in my body cracking as i rose to my paws. I see the frash morning dew had clinged to the box, making it soggy and damp. sigh, now in need of a diffrent sleep place.
Oh well, I think to myself. I was down the continued alleyway, passing but a few raggy looking humans. My tail flicked low and my fur was quite ruffy.
Thunder
I see the sun rising up now, it looked a hole lot different at the crack of dawn. Well... I was up all night, trying to sleep. The stupid sound of cars roaring passed the park at night time was un-thinkable. I walk around, woundering if the friendly butcher would pass me down some food or fat scraps. My mouth started to water at the throught, I smirk and tro over. It was quite a long way to walk from where I was.
{Is it morning or like 'nap time'}