The sunrise that morning was beautiful. Shades of pink, peach, silver, lemon, emerald, lavender, and turquoise painted the sky. A massive, red sandstone Abbey turned rose in the soft light. The trees around it danced in the wind and leaves whispered quietly to brightly colored flowers. Bragoon complained. "Why does H'I alerways have ter keep watch?" Sarobando, or Saro as she liked to be called, smirked. "'Cause H'I'm a squiddle, so H'I can move fasta 'n you. Dat's why." The otter babe sighed. "Fine." Saro licked the dough off her paws. "Heeheeheehee! Wait 'till dey eat dat!" Here ends the story.