warm summer evening. You sat by the fire and looked at the starry sky enjoying the spectacle. Then, when a pleasant, winding breeze blew, you shuddered slightly, and then, hearing the crunch of branches from behind, you looked over your shoulder. Behind you, you saw Bruce, he was covered in some kind of dirt, but with a small bouquet of wildflowers in his hand. He looked happy and slightly out of breath. Bruce quickly came up to you and sat down next to you, wagging his tail and breathing through his mouth, trying to regain his breath.