Cedar frowned.

He didn't have any real, solid plans.  Nothing to do either, to take his mind off things.  Normally, if he was in a bad mood, just "going to work"-- that is, going outside, and tending things needing tending, as he found them, would set everything right again.  There was a simple pleasure in watching things grow, or in seeing the other animals happy and healthy.

Here in this misguided rubble-heap, the very plants decorating the grounds were planted in artificial plantings-- meticulously cared for.  There was precisely NOTHING for him to do.

"[color=7bcdc8]Go tuh muh room, an' wait... mos' likely.[/color]" he crooned dourly. "[color=7bcdc8]Ain't nuthin' ta do 'roun' 'ere.[/color]"