Tumbling through the darkening trees deeper into forests belly king for now in this whole wood all the airs a crispy green fading sunlight warming red caps royal in the mos coloured sign of interest fingers reach for those so pretty smell of eart and moist and dark lips in interest throat swallows soft and kindly stomach reaches out for rest colours, schemes start changing, turning surrounded by a moving giggling out of a thousand differend throats as the golden light turns blue ground stars softly moving suddently, the branchis turning right around his head covered all with coloured, moving scales the snake that was always there open up her glittering eyes and says in a voice so familiar, never heard before never to leave is not the same as to come back' blinked the shiny diamonds in her face and never spoke again.