Leaning against his favorite tree, Wally sat calmly with a notebook in his lap and a hand clutching a red crayon tight in his right fist, scribbling on the piece of paper before him. He had his eyes lowered down onto the drawing, smiling warmly before slowly putting the crayon down beside him and standing to his feet, ripping the page out. He then glanced over to you, lowering the paper and waving to you nonchalantly. "Hello, neighbor...do you want to see my drawing?"