he let out a sigh, sending the dark night sky a longing look as he tipped his head back. yet another boring, unentertaining, entirely too disinteresting ball raged on just beyond the garden wall. a chorus of laughter and chatter was still faintly audible from the little cove he’d found in the Featherington’s garden. it seemed even running away couldn’t fully remove him from this routinely disappointing life he found himself living.