Stopping by Woods...
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep,” Arthur murmurs to himself. The alien poem has always been one of his favorites, and his studies of the cave are proving fruitless. The sun is sinking and so he decides to return to town. He doesn’t get very far, however, when a familiar sight greets his eyes: about four Woollys frolicking. There’s always time to watch Woollys. he decides, and half-conceals himself in the brush so as not to disturb their play.
Before long he is all but biting his sleeve to keep from squealing aloud with joy at their utter adorableness. Red eyes glow with adoration as he watches them, all but unaware of anything else around him.