Anil sat high above the ground in a tree that over looked the woods. He was alone and resting. His bag sat beside him hanging on a branch, with in the bag was some goods he had stolen over the last few days. Anil was heading to a town to sell them, and steal some more things to sell at the next town. He never stayed in one place to long in hopes of avoiding the law.
The gentle music of a flute he was playing was being carried all over the woods. He could hear birds singing along with him. Anil leaned against the tree and smiled, it was a very peaceful day so far.
