Jake was walking through the cave that would take him back to Grassveil. He had just entered it, and he was already lost. He didn't really know which way was which, no matter how many times he went through the labyrinth.
The lone Tepig growled in frustration, "When am I ever going to figure out where to go in this cave?" He muttered to himself angrily, "I swear, it would have fared better if I had just gone around."
Soon, Jake had gotten tired, both from walking and from the annoyance of the maze. He found a small niche in the stone wall, and nestled himself inside. He soon drifted off into a short, dreamless nap.