Pannis lied; he hadn't gone to bask in the sun because the noon weather was simply too hot, the sunshine far too harsh. Not wanting to turn into baked cheese, he had wisely taken shelter under the shade of a tree, his eyes squinting in a half-asleep, half-awake state.
In the City of Knowledge, the midday sun of summer was scorching, its light rampaging unrestrainedly, spreading its warmth to all it touched. The dazzling sunlight cascaded from the sky, illuminating the yard of No. 6 Fox Street. In the quiet and spacious courtyard, six oak trees displayed vigorous vitality, growing robustly, with five of them already mature, their nearly twenty-meter-high trunks standing tall and straight. The dense leaves formed a broad canopy, like a great sunshade casting cool shadows on the ground. Only the sixth oak was still in its growing phase, its tender trunk swaying gently in the breeze, provoking worries for its fragility.
