Urza lay on the ground, groaning in pain. He had just returned from a long journey that he made, trying to figure out more ideas for his clockwork. Sadly... it failed. His count was up to over 120 ideas lost, and his body ached in pain from walking so much. What was he to do? He couldn't sell his things, nobody wanted them... He wasn't good at much else but machinery.... his carpentry was only amateurish, and his blacksmithing wasn't any better.... What was he to do?

Tod was with his hound dog Copper, he needed to pick up some dry feed for his horses and the chickens. Not to mention some puppy biscuits for Copper. "C'mon Copper, we gotta get to the store, ol' Trixy is gun' be mad without her chow. Leave the squirrel alone, we're goin' huntin' this summer. You kin wait." He tugged the dog along by his collar, and the old hound dog followed behind loyally.

"Good pup, we'll getcha a treat or two when we get home, yeah? Maybe pick y'up a milkbone, er'maybe two?" Ol' Copper rubbed affectionately against his master's leg, following behind still, until he darted off in another direction; "Copper? What're you doin'? We don't got time ta play."

The old hound dog ran up to the man and tugged on his pant leg, his master following behind. "Well I'll be. Looks like yer ol' nose is still in business ol'boy."