Spike awoke to the sound of two young boys coming toward him and also noticed that the person sketching him had started toward the boys. He stood up and faced the boys. Spike grabbed his bag and started stepping backwards so that the boys knew he didn't want to be bothered. 

He whined a little, [color=red]'And here I was thinking I could nap at the park. Silly me.'[/color]

Spike knew the boys only wanted to play, but he didn't like to be bothered by people he did know, much less people he didn't know. 

[color=pink]"Hey you three, don't bother Spike. He only came to the park to relax, not to play."[/color] An elf lady shouted from afar. Spike recognized the voice of his aunt Faith. She had come to the park with her four year old daughter who spent a large portion of her life being raised at Spike's house.