Message 3/8
Date: 19-Sep-06 @ 12:49 AM -
RE: Rags: Tabby-caT
I tried...but I can't resist....
Like being in the widgy-scale of things that live in fluff or soil. Loads of the little blighters, all jiggling about chasing whatever priorities things that live in dust/soil have.
The odd big thing like a worm or a beetle scuttles by - but mostly those tiny tiny multi-legged beefy looking things, and the occasional blob-like moist entity (what are those? eggs/larvae? Could be it just couldn't be bothered to evolve). Then the monster that is cat - too huge to properly comprehend.
Purple shrooms and blue leaves? That'll be what we call mould.
And the munching! That'll be those damnable caterpillars! Ate all my broccoli and spinach this year. Munch bloody munch. Disguised as the colour of their food - crafty sods too!
There, I feel better now. Descriptive prose is like gastric gas in many ways!