I jumped down from a small ledge, looking around this area with a lot of tall trees I was in. I was on a self-appointed mission, a mission I sure I would succeed in. oversized cream puppy paws occasionally stumbling over one another, as I went about my business. I found it by accident, tripping over a big root a tumbled into a mossy hollow, it was a jackpot. I let out a few excited yips of joy, before clawing, digging, and pull at the moss. Eventually I had created a masterpiece ball of moss bigger than I. I tugged on it gently attempting to move it up hill without it falling apart, it took a while but I eventually reached the crest, then I nuzzled it and let gravity do the work as pranced along behind it occasionally helping it if it got stuck. I giggled to myself as it reached some flat ground slowly rolling to a stop; I still had a ways to go yet but this was a good point to rest I jumped up on my ball of moss roll on it a bit enjoy the softness of the moss I had found. Then looked up at the clouds, "I bet they are softer." I say to myself. I always found that clouds were a good source of entertainment for me, I didn't need company, and I didn't need games. I envy clouds because they just drifted along the air currents going wherever the wind takes them.