Orange sat under his favorite tree, writing in his story notebook. Sighing he set it down and began to take a lap around the park. He shoved his hands in his pockets, his golden necklace clinking against his chest. Around his back was strapped a guitar. He pulled it out and started to strum. He smiled at the cool breeze and started to sing.
"Beware Beware Be skeptical. Of their smile, their smiles of plated gold. Deceit so natural, a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning!" He sang as he walked, eventually finding his way back to his tree. "Maybe you'll change! Abandon all your wicked ways and start anew again!" He sat down, laying the guitar on the ground. He sprawled out in the grass and took in the warm sun. His Pale blonde hair sparkled in the sunshine and his yellow pendant glowed in the light. White clouds rolled lazily across the sky.
"Beware Beware Be skeptical. Of their smile, their smiles of plated gold. Deceit so natural, a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning!" He sang as he walked, eventually finding his way back to his tree. "Maybe you'll change! Abandon all your wicked ways and start anew again!" He sat down, laying the guitar on the ground. He sprawled out in the grass and took in the warm sun. His Pale blonde hair sparkled in the sunshine and his yellow pendant glowed in the light. White clouds rolled lazily across the sky.