I do this every morning. It seems dangerous, but I must.
Things go whizzing by me, large black circular things. Large slabs come down
hard near me, some just missing me. Some seem to be somewhat soft as the noise
they make is more of a thud; some are harder and slower and make more of a
clunk. I must continue on until I reach the ivy. Where it is safe. Where I can sleep
in the coolness for the day. I leave a trail behind me that seems to interest
some of the large beings.
At night, I travel across this vast hard surface to the
grass. The grass has less coverage, but it provides a lot of food for me. I
like the pieces that are freshly cut and just starting to decay. But in the
morning, I have to get back to my hiding place in the ivy. There are several of
us who make this trip. It takes a long time and there are many things that threaten
to crush me, but I continue this trek each morning just the same.
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