A small boy lay on his stomach, gazing out over a sea of golden hills. Below him laid a massive field of wheat, one that has served as his playground throughout his entire childhood. With his head resting on his hands, the boy kicked his feet without a worry in the world. Draped around him was an old, dirty kimono that supposedly belonged to his father. Although far too large for his small, thin frame, he wore it constantly as he cut down imaginary enemies with a stick while sprinting through the wheat field. Suddenly bursting out in giggles, the small boy clutched his stomach in an attempt to locate the cause of his laughter. While the boy searched frantically, a small frog leaped from his kimono and made a desperate attempt to flee from his captor. Mistaking the frog's actions as an eagerness play, the boy hopped to his feet and raced toward his friend.
     "Hmm." Said the boy, scratching his unkept red hair, "Where did you go little froggie?"
     Walking slowly through the tall grass, the boy was careful not to make a sound. Deciding that he may be better off with a closer view of the earth, he dropped to his knees and began pushing back the long blades of grass. Realizing that his search was hopeless, he got to his feet and began walking towards the wheat field.
     "Dang it." Said the boy, reaching down to pick up his stick.
     Hearing the croak of a frog not far from where he stood, the boy's head perched up and his eyes once again gleamed with hope.
     "Ah ha!" Hollered the diving child as his head buried into a patch of tall grass.
     Seconds later, a dirty face emerged from the grass with a large smile. In his hands was the frog that tried to escape a few minutes earlier.
     "Silly froggie." Giggled the boy, stuffing the frog back into his kimono, "Don't ever do that again!"
     Once again picking up his stick, the child went sprinting into the wheat field.