Branches rustled in a soft breeze, lightly jostling one another for position and nearly drowning out the quiet snuffles of a small round form slowly puffing it's way along beneath them. Bands of pumpkin-y gold curving round the creamy brown form, nearly the only color to grace the creature til one witnessed the rose blushed white of it's face. The chubby owlishness stood out starkly in the shadows cast by the very branches dancing above as the plump little creature gazed about. It's expression one of distinct confusion.

It could swear it had been here before.

With an exasperated cry Tobi plunked his generous bottom into the soft forest loam with a considerable whump. "I'M GOING IN CIRCLES!" The adamant cry did no more than to upset a small flock of crows who cawed with irritation as the fluttered away.

Pale grey eyes watched as the birds made their way through the trees, rapidly vanishing with nothing but a single old feather and one bad vibe to tell of their presence. He was pretty sure he'd seen them there before too...

With a flop he threw himself upon the ground, taking a small joy in the cool grass against his heaving sides. So tired! He had to have walked MILES! Okay, maybe not miles, but it was definitely not a short jaunt! He was hot, tired and utterly lost! Everywhere he went he always ended back where he started sooner or later and it was getting old. He knew his sense of direction wasn't that bad. He never lost a patch of mushrooms that was for sure! Which, if his utter breathlessness of the moment was any indication, it wouldn't have hurt to lose a few of them.

With a misery filled grunt he drug his tiny bulk back unto stocky legs and weary hooves. One more try Tobi, just one more try. You can do this! You can't walk in circles forever right? "Right!" His own voice breaking through the forest peace caused him to give a startled little hop. "Really Tobi? What are you? An idiot crow?" A long sigh followed this little tirade and he set his hooves forward yet again, stepping heavily over the old feather left by the scattered crows.

"Just keep going, just keep going straight ahead, straight Tobi, straight ahead..." The mini pep talk fading out into wheezing as he eventually lost the breath to keep it going. His chubby stature fighting a loosing battle with gravity all the while.

Trees, trees, trees and more trees! Would it ever end! Giving another wheezing gasp he collapsed. He was far to worn to take even one more step.

Laying there, letting the grass cradle him in it's soft bliss he felt his annoyance fade. Fade even as his gaze focused on something dark before him. A little frown crossed his face. Was that...?

Lifting his head he gazed down in horror at an old black crow feather.

"Does...-pant- this place -wheeze- ever -gasp- end?!"



Tobi has had a rather trying time in the forest. Thought I'd start laying out a real "diary" for him. Let's see if I can keep it up! xD