Middle of Summer. The Sun was already in the horizon at nearly 6 a.m. and so Mikey was up as well. He smiled wide because it was Sunday, and this day, Splinter always went out in to the nature with the Turtles. Sometimes they walked inside a forest or near at a lake, or they just simply enjoyed being out on the meadow.
Mikey left his room and ran directly to Splinter's room. He opened the door and yelled happily.
"Father, father!" He jumped up and down. "It's Sunday! It's Sunday!"
Good thing Splinter wasn't a sleepyhead person, but waking up by Mikey's joy made his waking up process a bit longer.
"I know Michelangelo." He sat up and he put his hand in front of his mouth, let out a long yawn. The excited little turtle rushed close to his rat father.
"Where are we going now father? Up to the hills? Or down to the river?" He gasped. "How about we go to the village?"
Splinter never took his sons near to humans, and that's why he always avoided the village as an excursion point. But Mikey a