He sat in the soft open air looking out at the green field behind the hive wondering what the young clown was doing. "Why dïd Ï møvë ïn ågåïn¿" He asked himself for the hundredth time since he had asked the clown child for help. Said clown was actually just about to go out for a walk around the country side just to get ideas for a new line of paintings, maybe get some fresh paint while he was out.
"oi fish man." The soft yet slightly tired sounding voice came from the open window to his right. "you talking to someone or are you talking to yourself again?" The voice sounded alittle annoyed, but also slightly teasing. He could never tell how this kid was feeling, so he responded with a light-hearted "Jüßt tålkïng tø myßëlf øüt hërë." He heard the soft chuckle as the scrape of a paintbrush pulled across a canvas. "well just letting you know I will be heading out soon, so if there isk anything you want send me a message." Good thing the clown was in a good enough mood to offer to get him something. "Thånkß, Ïll' try tø rëmëmbër thåt!" He shot back happily.