Throughout the entire universe, there lay one innocent creature who kept a positive attitude towards life. He never hurt anybody and never left someone behind; always helpful and generous towards others. His name is Wander. A beam of light would shine down upon a stranger who gazed at his face, for he had gleaming white teeth that always ignited a room, eliminating all shadows from existence. He wore a fluffy green hat with a yellow star sewed onto it. The hat contained items that were needed, rather than what was wanted, and it was used for a sleeping bag when the nights grew rather cold and uncomfortable. Blue shoes with white socks were worn on his feet. To conclude his description, his orange fur was soft as a pillow; tangle free.
Wander enjoyed life and viewed it in an absorbing way that many others thought "different." He believed that everyone had a good spot located deep within their hearts, deep in the roots of the soul. For evil never really did exist - or at least that is what Wander thought.
The orange creature was accompanied by a trusty light blue Zbornak named Sylvia. She had a black saddle on with a saddle blanket underneath. Zbornaks were creatures who roamed a planet far in out in the universe - in a random galaxy that is unknown. They both had their little adventures through time. Traveling through: space, galaxies, planets, and the list goes on. Sylvia never departed from Wander, even into and out of tough situations. They were like two peas in a pod. Always by each other's side, helping each other out with their problems.
Sylvia slowly walked as Wander rode on her back, looking around for a safe spot to fabricate a campsite. Luckily, they found an empty spot, which was surrounded by tall, thick trunked trees. The blue steed lowered herself down so that Wander could dismount and set up for the night.
"Well, this sure looks like a fine place to settle in, don't ya think Sylvia?" Wander asked in his Southern accent while getting off of her.
"It sure does," Sylvia added as she began to stare off and look at the descending sun that hugged the horizon. Behind her, Wander began to scavenge around inside his hat, looking for several items. He drew out a box full of matches, his banjo, and prepared food and water. The orange lifeform reached for his banjo and began to strum the strings of the instrument. Vibrating into Sylvia's ears, the sound intervened her thoughts, and her staring contest she was having with the beautiful sunset, ceased; she turned around and faced Wander, who was going to town on his banjo.
"You never let that thing go, now do you?" Wander's friend asked.
Wander chuckled, "I'm afraid not."
Sylvia hiked into the trees and diced up some fresh firewood, thanks to her martial arts background. Wander waited for her to return and continued to strum. The Zbornak returned and packed the firewood in a nice and steady pile along with some dried grass. The star nomad halted his banjo playing for a second and picked up the matchbox, pulling out one firestarter. Striking the match against the rough edge of the box, the match bursted to life and screamed. Wander tossed the match inside and smoke began to soar through the air. Flames began to engulf the fuel.
"There we go!" Wander declared with a shiny smile. Sylvia grinned back. The banjo sounded and continued to ring through the ears of the Zbornak. The calm noise it made sent relaxing vibrations that calmed the nerve of any person who were next to the talented performer.
Sylvia reached down and grabbed a blanket out of the green hat. She spread it smoothly across the grass, laying it flat so they both can take a seat. Next, sandwiches were distributed on a round and clean plate. Wander snatched a sandwich and began to consume it. Sylvia did as well. A canteen full of fresh water was passed around, quenching their thirsts.
"Man, that sunset is something else," Wander pointed out. "It's beautiful."
Sylvia finished chewing and turned her head, staring at the beauty. "I've always loved sunsets."
The sun along the horizon began to fall and slip away from the hug that it was receiving. Stars above revealed themselves to the world underneath the duo. The chilly air blew against Wander's thick orange fur, which sent shivers down his little spine. His banjo ceased playing and was put away. Sylvia lay down on the dark green grass and shut her eyes. Wander climbed up on top of her and got inside the hat, moving constantly to get in a cozy position. The side of his head lay restless on the Zbornak's back.
"See you in the mornin', Sylvia," Wander said.
"You too, buddy." She responded. The star nomad closed his eyes and began to drift off into a deep slumber.