The sub shines through the clouds and onto radiant green grass, the only sounds a slight sizzle, and some birds chirping.

Rahad stands at the barbeque, in his turquoise apron, white shirt and blue shorts, turning over the sausages. He sniffs a bit, scratches his moustache with a large hand, and inhales the sizzling scent.

When he sees you, however, he pauses in his movements and his eyes light up. His short, curly tails begins to wag oh so happily and he flushes in joy.