Uri stretched out, easing the aches out of his body. He glanced around at his surroundings, checking that he had ended up in the right place after his little bit of exercise the previous night. Right caravan, right bed...maybe life wasn't so bad after all.

Then he remembered the events of the preceding 12 hours. Okay, maybe life was that bad. Surely the farmer hadn't needed those couple of sheep THAT badly. He didn't have to try and shoot him - stupid move anyway. Anyone looking at him when he was out on one of THOSE nights should realise that shooting a gun at him was a particularly silly idea. Talk about having a time of the month!

He got up, threw a few clothes on and wandered outside. It was a crisp, clear morning, the kind of clean air that one can only find in the middle of nowhere, far from the heavy, black air of the place of his birth. At least he didn't have much to do today - he always felt grumpy after one of those nights. Just the big truck to check on and the lions to put through a short workout. Not that the latter was much of a chore - he scarcely needed to use the whip these days and kept it by him in the shows for mere flamboyance. Yes, it would be a good day...a normal life, considering exactly how normal he was......