Sample: A yellow sun beat down his warm rays upon Thailand. Cicadas sang their steady song in the warm air, though it was something that was merely background music compared to the wild beating of his heart. He had brought his elephants down the river, where they spent their heated afternoons playfully bathing and occasionally splashing their owner with water from their long trunks. Of course, the pressurized water was somewhat painful, that ever present grin that graced his face never faltered. That was who he was. He was the land of smiles.