Fishing

Jazz gripped his new fishing pole tightly in his nubby little feet. He’d overheard those other PlushPet’s he had been observing the other day mention how they loved to head to the Stardust Beach from time to time. Apparently, it was described as the “perfect beach”, and since Jazz had never been to a beach before, at least not in this life but he was pretty sure not in his previous one either, he’d gathered up some supplies and confidence to head out to where the other Pets gathered. Today was the day he tried to make friends. Even if he didn’t really think he’d be making a habit of going. It was too much time spent away from the gardens and flowers that made him happy. 

Too many others around made him buzz in an uncomfortable way. Like his body was filled with bees… which was a really funny image when he thought about it seeing as how he was a bee now. It was kinda fun. Making sure he had his new Wishing Rod that he’d read would make sure he was guaranteed to catch something the young bee buzzed alone away from the village he’d started to call home and towards the glittering sandy beach. Hopefully in search of friends.