Do You Still Like Us?

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there is tea, comfy chairs and warmy warmness that besets the moment. the moment is real and appreciated. the talks go long and deep and seemingly forever, in a comfortable and forever kind of way. naps come here and there, more tea, and more naps by sunny windows and silvery moonlights until slowly it dawns on them, this is going oon far too long.
‘why does this stretch?’
“yes,...i am alone, but we can stay here safe and fine, talking safe and fine, being, safe, and fine”
‘but we have farther to go’
“where do you have to go?”
‘we have not found it yet’
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“yes, yes, leave me the crumbs as you tumbles off into adventure, leave me here alone agÆin and as alwÆys”
...,.
‘do you want to come?’
“real?”
‘y33sh’
“yes”

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through the thickness of it all 3 gals shakily stand to their feet. the ground is soft, but their fall was hard and they are immediately sore and put out.
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‘sore’
‘not broke’
‘stand firm and quick’ll’
the 3 little girls confidently and roughly stand as a new and hungry craver climbs into the space, thick and sore and ready too pounce on 3 strong, confident and sore gals standing against the angst.
‘aw you want us broke too_’
...
“hehehe, i see 3 marvelous creatures tumble from such a height and I do not offer them a comfy chair and tea to rest, and hope they share their tales, ehhhhhh, that’d be ghastly”
the thickness remains, but the moment is calm, quiet and clear. what once was has now gone and only a cold and stuffy stillness remains.
‘we apologize’
‘we have judged to quick’
“ehhhhhhhh, these things can happen, eyes can play trickity tricks, the important thing is too keep one’s wicktity wits”
...
‘yes’
‘we would love some tea’
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“than let’s have some tea, a comfy chair, i can only offer a moment, but i can promise a real one”
2 little girls look to their unsure friend, a reassuring smile passes between all, real or lie, they have each other.
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a dank and damp breath fills the space thickly, sickly, deeply. as the 3 girls strain hard against the hard branches and clinging vines sharp, slick talons tear into the space. ripping, gnashing just outside darkness blinded by blinding shafts of bright, shine and shining light poking through the momentary gaps and moments.
a deep terror fills the space.
and then pure chance hits. the bottom falls out and the 3 girls fall and tumble to the soft ground below.
screeching, mad tearing lashes out harmlessly above, stuck, infuriated, harmless.
‘this is a dangerous place’
‘very’
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‘no, no it’s ok’
‘these things can happen’
‘but we must not lose our nerve now’
‘anything can happen’
the 2 brave girl’s little sweet smiles shine wicked in the soft underlights. thick, cold fogs grow around them. it is a reassuring and inspiring smile. it is a cold and thick crowd of fogs.

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as 3 gals watch all it unfolded they begin to slid backwards through greasy slime and slimy moss, the quiet and unassuming speed quickly turning tumble well too soon until they are too soonly tangled deep, thick and hard, thick in vine and mossy slime, stuck hard and fast. too soon they hear a beating and impatient breath pounding closer and closer. a hungry and nasty crunching fills the hot, damp, cramped aire, hunger drawing closer and near, racking nearly and closely, clawing too close and too near. not a moment too lose 3 stuck gals squirm with all their might.

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fury pours forth, a steaming heat only adding to the already humid, thick and dripping aire.
“Shut ya trap birdie, you’re screeching is burning up the place, dummy!”
the lizard’s laughter pours thick as red bleeds bright and red hot, thick through the bird’s being, rage and rage and rage upon rage floods forth, razor, thick talons shredding wood, vine and steaming, clinging, supple moss in it’s furious pursuit of weak, supple flesh.
“You’ll never dig deep enough you silly fool!”
the lizard’s too pleased laughter pushes the moment hard, harsh, real. the bird cannot win. the bird hates this moment, but has no way to understand their utter disappointment and utter hopelessness. the bird falters, in self.
“Do not despair you silly thing, you are a bird and I am a lizard. Today I win and gloat, but tomorrow maybe, maybe something different. Today you lost, but you did not die.”
the gesture is beyond the bird, who can only shake their head and lose fury, this goes beyond capacity. the bird breaths deeply as they blindly fly inline with instinct, purpose, hunger beating deep from stomach and breast. eventually the bird flies beyond the horizon.

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mighty and majestic a bird of pure predator swoops, dives, scents delicious and hidden food. scratching deep at crevice and dark crack as the lizard slinks safely deeper and laughs safely to itself. it is a warm and scaly and too loud laugh that infuriates the bird and instigates a deeper, meaner search of the area from the now angry, hungry beast. soon the bird finds the scent of 3 brave and new gals hastily hidden, it’s talons rake deeper, closer, meaner, anger more than instinct, purposed and leaking agenda. the safe lizard cackles at the blind stupidity of it all as the 3 gal’s hearts pound harder at the closeness of consequence.
“You pathetic thing, you scratch for worms while I stand here, you will never win you dum worm eater.”
it is a mean and heartless feint, and it works, the lizard draws the bird’s sharp attention as 3 shocked gals spill and sneak quickly into the grey shadow outside focus, hiding safe as they now watch the moment ensue before them.

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and so a crazy and silly adventure ensues. plunging down a dark and twisting hole, deeper and deeper they plunge. quick hot breath builds up in the too stuffy way, heart pounding uncomfortably sweating sheens on foreheads and smalls of back as they all race farther and farther onward. until peeking rays of sunlight and thickly swelling heat wrapped in sticky nonsense crowds the aire thick. it pours down their throats and fills their lungs, warm and sticky and uncomfortable. the fluffy cottontail they chased is no more and they find themselves tumbling onto a thick branch cleaving mighty and high through a jungled aire. before them belches a thick and multi colored lizard, nature and instinct incarnate, recently well feed and contently sunning in a thick and brightly shining shaft of pounding sunlight. then a sharp screech from above and that crafty creature wiggles itself snug in a crack of tree and shadow, hid and safe and snug. they are no fools, they hear danger too and so the 3 strange, brave adventurers find their own hiding cracks in the thick branch and snuggle deep as the can as they watch that wild and wonderful lizard hide.