Snufkin
by @GremlinGrem
Snufkin
But that's how it is when you start wanting to have things. Now I just look at them, and when I go away I carry them in my head. Then my hands are always free, because I don't have to carry a suitcase.
Snufkin sat leaned against a rock by the river bank, his old, tattered hat sat over his face, covering him from the sun. his fishing rod propped next to him on some rocks while he patiently waited for a bite
it seems he may have dozed off due to the comforting spring warmth of the sun