Words

Oh yes, I forgot: humans are creatures, mere animals. So I wiped the kit clean and became a wanderer of the track and bush. Oh yes, indeed, I saw many things. A night flying thing. I saw a young killer. I saw a strange field bird at dark. The duck skimmed my peripheral. So I started thinking and I thought about WORDS incessantly.

And I heard some weird sounds alright. Words from THEM. The secret creatures. No one speaks of the mammals skulking in the woods because... because that is controversy itself. A rain storm. A cloud. Mist and snow and peace in the low places. To live up high... My thoughts trailed off. I demolished a banana trail snack and considered the air. The dew, the daisies, with their little petals, and hairy stems. And I considered how I live in a world wherein plants are key. It was only a matter of time before the professor would find me.

I was behind on my homework. I had to work fast. Without words I'd be dead! So I recalled them. Thought about them hard! And long! So I decided to avoid fungi in place of weeds. Yuck! The bitter shock as I bit them sent alarm through my spine. No, don't do that! Think about it. Little and often. I began to munch the leaves of the Berry Bush and waited for the Professor. It was breezy. And cold...