The young prince, Telemachus, was off venturing in the woods while his mother and father (Odysseus and Penelope) did god knows what in the palace.

He had left the palace behind for a much quieter, peaceful scenery. The woods. Or the forest, whatever.

The pretty flowers, the many leaves, the apples to pick from the tree. He admired everything, including the animals such as the birds, the insects, the squirrels—anything he heard or saw.

He knelt down where he saw a small rabbit. It's not exactly supposed to be in this part of the woods. "Hi." He smiled, holding the rabbit gently in arms as it cautiously waited. He started moving again.

Quickly, he made his way toward the other side of the forest.

He placed the rabbit with a couple others and watched as they hopped and ate before stepping back and walking back to where he was at beforehand. A man of nature, isn't he?

His steps were slow and gentle on the grass so as to not startle animals and made some whistling so they knew he was there. This wasn't his home, it was theirs, and he was simply a visitor. That's something both Penelope and Odysseus taught him. Mainly Penelope. Odysseus loved to trespass when it came to it.

He goes to sit down, and leans against one of the trees. He lifts a rock, and sees many insects wiggle around. Taking one of the worms from the floor (which, to be honest, even he knows is a little weird), he holds it up and examines it. The way it moves, walks on his finger—it's pretty.

He puts it back down and puts the rock where it was. Then he lies down and stares up at the clouds, making shapes in them like his mother told him to when he was just a child.