Ooh, pretty! He wants to try to touch the fish but he expect he'd just scare them off. How deep does this pond go, can he walk all the way across it with his feet on the bottom or is there room to go underwater a ways?

It's not so very deep but it is deep enough that in order to walk across it with his head above water he would have to be standing on the shoulders of a second, wetter Bruce. He can go underwater a bit. There are pretty sparkly rocks down there, stuck in some mud that makes the water around it murkier if he pokes it.

Gosh, sparkly rocks! He wants to decorate the shelf around the edge of the pool with them, if he can scoop up a bunch without losing them in the murk.

If he's careful about it, he can extract about ten of them before this activity stirs up enough silt to obscure the rest from view.

Then he shall have a line of ten sparkly rocks on the edge of the pond! Actually, how about two rows of five, with the five biggest in one row and the five smallest in the other. There, that's excellent.

Now to get out of the pond and dry and reclothed for more exploring! There are still plenty of things on the grass to go check out.

Should he explore further in the grass, he will find:

two more rocks, one of them pleasantly lumpy, the other one jagged and uncomfortable to hold;

a very small bush sprouting from the ground;

two more bushes behind the pond, their branches heavy with clusters of purple berries;

and a little baby version of those two large pine trees, standing no taller than his knee, barely visible amid the grass until he's right up close.

Rocks! He puts the jagged one next to the pond where he won't step on it by accident.

Tiny trees and bushes! Those are adorable and he's so glad they exist.

Berries! Do they taste good?

They taste delicious. Sweet and slightly tart. They also have a tendency to get berry juice all over his hands.

Well, good thing there's a pond right there he can rinse his hands off in once he's done eating. Om nom nom.

Om nom nom! Tasty fruits!

Once he finishes eating and rinses his hands, there is still this whole planet left for him to explore, should he so choose. There are plenty of little mysteries nestled in the grass, and one of the trees is doing a thing.

Exploration: seriously the best. He's going to find every single piece of stuff in the gr--ooh, a tree doing a thing! What thing is it doing?

It is making seeds! They look nifty. Big and round and pointed at one end and made of many many many little flaps all nestled together.

Gosh, that's a complicated seed. He runs his fingers over it, enjoying the texture and wondering what would happen if he pulled one of the flaps off. Can he get enough of a grip on one to try it?

He can! It takes some effort, and makes a slightly crunchy snapping sound as it detaches.

What fun! He pulls a few more off, then realizes the seed might need them to grow, apologizes to the tree, and buries the remainder of it. Now, back to finding things in the grass!

Trees do not seem to emote very much, but as far as he can tell, this one is chill about the seed vandalism. It's all good.

Things in the grass include:

several more rocks, of varying sizes and sharpnesses;

two more little baby bushes;

three more little baby trees;

and a curious little dip in the ground, with glassy-smooth blobs of dark grey stone scattered around it like droplets from a splash of water, and bluish-green shards of something-or-other glittering at the bottom amid scorched lumps of dirt and charred shreds of grass. The grass next to the smooth stones is burned, too.

Rocks get collected up and put in the designated Rocks Place next to the pond. Little plants get petted because they are Small. 

Oooh, what is this thing? He pokes at it very carefully in case it is hot.

The droplets of stone are warmish to the touch but not uncomfortable; the glittering shards, when he unearths them, are also warmish but less so. They're very pretty. A little sharp, but not too bad as long as he doesn't outright stab himself with them. They seem to glow, very very faintly, with a pretty bluish-green light.

He does poke himself with one of them, just to see what that's like, but he stops before drawing blood. Glittery glowy rocks are way too cool for the rock pile; they'd totally distort all the scales he's sorting them on, and anyway he wants to put them somewhere safer. He gathers up all the pretty shards and brings them to his house for safekeeping.

There's plenty of places in his house where he could put them! On the shelf next to his bed, for example, or in the drawers underneath the bed which currently contain several changes of clothes.

He will reorganize the clothes into the bottom n-1 drawers and put the rocks in the top drawer and go back outside to see more of the world!

The world contains all the same things it did when he went inside; but also the blue of the sky is darkening from cerulean to sapphire, and it might be time for small new people to go to sleep.

Sleep probably doesn't have as many new things as being awake, but it's still pretty novel. Yawwwwwn and probably also a good idea apart from that. Bruce snuggles up in his bed.

If anything interesting happens to his planet while he's asleep, it doesn't happen loudly enough to wake him.

What would he like to do with his second day in the world?