Box had thoroughly enjoyed his time on Earth, aside from the few humans who were consumed with arachnophobia. Earth was a glorious place. His most wonderous sight had to be a place called the Gulf of Mexico. He had seen pictures of vast expanses of water like that, but he had never experienced it in person. Hamal's water was deep underground and only accessible by well, stream, or geyser. The Gulf was warm to the touch. The waves nearly knocked him over and... most exhilerating of all, no matter how he reformed the ends of his legs, they continually sank into the sand. The landscape of Earth was so alive and varied, nothing like the rocky, gray heat of Hamal. Being able to hold his breath for over thirty minutes allowed him to see yet another aspect of Earth, life underwater. He could have easily spent years on Earth exploring all it had to offer.
Visiting Tyler at the hyperbike tournament had been a pleasant surprise for him. Tyler told everyone that he would be racing so his new friends would watch. He wasn't counting on seeing he and Stephen at the finish line of the finals. Much to everyone's surprise, even Tyler's, he had come in third out of 136 initial racers and was the proud recipient of a fairly large trophy. Tyler's own family had not come to the race, which Box thought curious. In fact, Ensign Bristol hadn't mentioned his family much at all, either at the restaurant or the race. He seemed geniunely grateful that he and Stephen had come. That made Box happy.
He took his favorite piece of clothing off, his new cowboy hat, and looked around. He had nowhere to put it. "Hhhhhlooks like I'll have to get a hatrack." He chimed to himself. He placed it on a large, flat stone table in his living area and spent the rest of the day relaxing in his seat, listening to the chirps, chimes, and clicks of Hamalki poetry and munching on his new favorite food... eggrolls.
