Even though he said that, John gets bored relatively quickly. Still, he doesn't want to admit that and it's still better than being stuck inside.

So, trying to ignore his nakedness, he carefully sits down on the trampled grass, and then flops backwards, shifting until his tail isn't crushed by his own weight. The sky wheels overhead, streaked with the colors of the setting sun and, out the corner of his eyes, he can see a few trailers start turning on the lights.