The King of the Land

In loneliness played a tinsy creature. Fluff fur firmed by the mid and dirt. The creature jumped over the pebbles as if they were mountains, over puddles as if giant lakes. Never knowing more than the forest of fallen branches the furball thought itself a giant. Its world need not an architect other than the Wind and Storm. The two came each night to remake the playfield in a chaotic manner. Once gone the furry man stuck its head out its cave and with a smile ventured proud to celebrate another day.