It keeps me wondrous: thinking. It means that I'm alive on some energy sentient plane with my small part of cohorts who understands this is a trepid world. Not intrepid.
One must scurry around and eat without making a sound. Nibble-nibble...oh I better get home before I am discovered out and about! Night time is the only comfort I have you see. I know the price is high to be out at that time but that is when they can't see me. So I scavenge in the night...
(Peace! More to come...)
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