Spitz was drawing. It was a good day to plan out some art. He thought. He had a big project to do and then was the time to start. He live in the city know as the Harbor. He was eating some nice snacks, nothing too fancy. He was mainly eating cookies, that he boughht from the market a week earlyer. They had some earth treat called chocolate. He thought he'd try them. He was enjoying them thus far until the his drink spilled over his plans. The stall keeper recomended to have some sort...
