[Basil was in the park, watering flowers like usual.. thinking about.. life.. he donned his brown working gloves as he reached into prickly rosebushes, trimming their dead leave and unruly branches.. humming a soft tune to himself.. he seemed content with his life.. his pink flower hairclip left at home in trade for a wide-brimmed sunhat, protecting his skin from the bright sun.. he loved working out in the garden.. it got his mind off things, and as of recent, he could really use that]