He was tired of that.

He yearned for something more exciting, and with his mind suddenly made up he set off in quest of adventure.
In that big world of green and golden colours he was a little black ball nearly as wide as he was long.

He went down to the creek, and looked back.

He could still see his mother.

Then his feet paddled in the soft white sand of a long bar that edged the shore, and he forgot Noozak.