The Fool awakens, stretches and greets the new dawn.
Innocently skipping along, not watching where he is going, he stumbles and falls, picks himself up and continues skipping in his innocence.
A stray dog follows him, biting at his ankles.
Over his shoulder he carries a long pole with a sack tied at the end. The Fool has no idea as to its contents but carries it just the same.
