GarGar sat in an upright chair, staring glumly out the window. He could see a couple, a man and woman, walking in the garden. How he envied them. They seemed happy, unaware of anything but each other. He watched as they sat in a wrought-iron loveseat beside a water fountain where a dolphin spat fluid into the air. It was a sunny day, so GarGar could see a little rainbow in the spray.
“Rainbows,” he muttered as he took another sip of wine.
“I beg your pardon, my lord?” Said his valet and parakoimomenos.
“Move that potted fern over there!” GarGar barked. “It’s blocking my view of the garden!”