An adult Sugar Glider approached me. The sound of the claws awoke me. I didn't move. It must of been the Mother of those earlier Sugar Gliders from the crammy- because it tried to jolt into me with slashes. I struck at it and it staggered, rebounding to a step behind it. It then yelled at me "You murderer!" It was interesting. I could comprehend the words but not ponder their meanings. I instead slithered forward and tried another strike but it jumped to a branch above us. I had to coil to find it vaguely above me - at that moment it lunged in my direction, I pounced at it, and made the clutch with my fangs. It had hit it's head into the thick branch, and toppled over. The weight was too much so I was jagged off it as it fell away.

I didn't go for it. An Adult wasn't my style, not just yet, so. I've only been 8 DAYS hatched so far. It had probably died to it's blood gushing into solidness beneath its fur down there. I learned I would be able to speak to other Animals, and that was all I could think about for the moments next, before slithering into a new branch, forgetting the enthrallment, primeval anew.