The weasel had drank his fill and moved off to a near by tree, observing the activities of the local creatures and patrons, his tail flicking as he watched them, sitting down now with his knees to his chest looking down between his legs at the sandy ground, picking up a twig and making little meaningless symbols in the dirt, sniffing the air to try and catch some whiff of a nice potential meal or other such interest. He sighed as he found none and went back about playing with small pebbles on the ground near his crotch.