With Paul the Purple Pygmy Puff on his shoulder, Darwin bounced his way down from the Castle to the grounds, trying to think of something to do. He was pretty bored because he couldn't find ANYONE that he knew and he didn't know what to on his OWN. It wasn't like he could read a book or something - no, that was NOT the kind of twelve year old that the boy who when by Damon was.

He dug his hand into his pocket, pulling out one of the many packs of Skittles he had brought to school with him and tore it open. Eating sweets should pass some time, he thought, and then maybe he could -

Wait, what was that running away from him? Why was there no longer pressure on his shoulder?

"Paul?!" he called, his head shooting up, the Skittles forgotten in his hand. "Paul, don't run away! Come back!" With that, he was sprinting after the Pgymy Puff, Skittles spilling from his hand as he ran right towards the tree that he so hated.

Stupid stupid creature.

"PAUUUUUUUUUUL."