The Town Across the Meadow

Archer looked out over the horizon from atop a large tree as he nibbled on some honeycomb. A few bees buzzed angrily around him, clearly upset that he was eating their hard earned honey, but he simply waved them away with his paw. This was now HIS hard earned honey. The bees would just have to make more. He continued staring out across the field of wildflowers. If he squinted, he could just barely make out a tiny town in the distance. He pondered what sort of creatures lived in the town, maybe it was a town inhabited by giant bees, or maybe it was filled with other cuddlerays like himself. He began licking the honey off his paws. He could investigate, but going all the way over there would take so much effort, and what if it was actually just a giant pile of rocks and not a town? That would be a total waste. For now he would just sit on his tree branch and imagine what sort of wonders lay on the other side of the field of flowers.