The rain just wasn't doing it for him today. His whole nest was drenched, couch soaked through, fig supply washed away. Not to mention the amount of thudding and bouncing that was going on overhead. Arnold grumbled and groaned as he trudged all the way back to the little mound of sand that singled out his nest, determined to find out what was causing so much of a ruckus.  

It wasn't until he popped his head out the top of his little mound did he realise the extent of what he had just walked into. "Eek!" He squeaked as a mannequin fell not two inches from his very front door. Shaking like a twig in the breeze, he popped his head up again and surveyed the damage. "What on earth?" He questioned, climbing all the way out of his tunnel.

One hand scratched the top of his head in bewilderment, the three free arms resting on what could only be described as his hips. "My, my. Today looks to be a bad one for all." He couldn't help but chuckled at the sight of the half drowned lion and the man sitting on the curb, a little taken aback at the sight of the grim reaper though.