It was a rather fresh day in East Eden, in fact it was quite too perfect outside. Almost as if some mysterious outside force had dictated that East eden was always supposed to look "perfect". Kenneth himself was wlaking around the camping grounds. The young boy had decided upon himself to take a walk around. It was a nice and rather serene place.
In fact it was so serene, Ken had almost failed to notice a deer gracefully run its way torwards him nearly in his direction. Various animals had littered the camping grounds he was in, but the boy had barely interacted with many animals before, he was shocked, staring in awe at the doe that had appeared before him.