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The light shines brightly, it is beautiful. It shines through the high canopy, through the holes and spaces that the leaves allow. It graces me with its presence, and illuminates my trap. The dew from the morning glimmers on my trap, my home. It shines on the floor, upon the toadstools and the shrubs.
I have not caught food yet, but I will; I always do. And if I don’t, then it is my time to leave, to die. It’s such an odd feeling, a feeling of joy perhaps? To catch something, to feel that tug on my home, the slight vibration. Is it joy in knowing that I survive another day? Perhaps it’s merely the joy of success, no matter what it means.
What? What is that? Something is coming. Is it someone new? Indeed, I have never seen these creatures before, but I’ve heard of them. They walk merely on two legs, their coating is odd, almost unnatural. They come with odd rocks, sharp rocks. They are communicating, pointing at the trees. They walk over to a very large one, healthy and strong. What are they hoping to do around the tree?
They’re lacerating the tree, attacking it with their sharp rocks. They want the tree itself? But…how unnatural; to force such a thing down to the ground like that, when it’s so healthy and full of life. They work hard to do so too; they hack and chop at the tree with such effort and gusto. Should that not indicate that a tree is not to be attacked like that? How odd that these creatures would do that, but then again, many things are odd about them.
The tree falls. What was once a great being is now being dragged away to be used for whatever purpose those creatures see fit for it. Perhaps there wasn’t even a purpose for such an act other than for those creatures to show dominance over what is natural, to conquer it. Sad, but I’m sure it wouldn’t happen again. Those creatures only need to prove their point once.