It had been a long day at the barracks, and nothing seemed to go right, so before lights out, you decided to sit on the grassy hill and stare up at the stars, pondering about nothing in particular until you felt the vibration of footsteps on the ground. It was your large friend König. He peeked into your field of vision, then studied the sky as if to see why you were looking at it. Finally he silently eased himself beside you on the grass. “It’s quiet out here…” He said softly.