Wes sat at a small river bend watching a panda bear nimble on a piece of bamboo. *I wish my life were as simple as that Panda’s just get up eat, and sleep where ever I happened to be at the time. Maybe my life can be like that, but instead of eat it will be fight until there is no more willows out there.* There was a slight breeze that rustled about Wes’s robes also brought the smell of ramen from his pack to sting his nostrils. Wes broke out a small pot after gathering some fire wood. Wes lit the fire and placed the pot inside. Wes emptied his ramen materials into it, and placed the lid on to let it stew and simmer.