My body made the flower tear from the tree, landing onto a brook, then I tumbled still inside to a creek, where I floated down a stream, deeper into the jungle. The water got me to a sandy bluff, I slithered out and a way I went. Up it, through to tufts of grass, hidden beneath leaves and shrooms on the turf I slithered farther into the jungle, I got over a log, then furthered to slumps and slums of mud, tree bark, weeds, and roots, a passive Tentacled Snake Youngling as Old as I am was basking in sunlight within a puddle that lurked near a basin, probably could of regained myself to the bluff with that route, but I chose to want to eat the Tentacled Snake. They had got as far as "What's-" when I had yet gotten my fangs through it's head.

There was a bit of a reflex from the Snake, but they didn't snare me, we tussled and rolled, I tried snaring it, which got us to tumble, but I prevailed my fangs better, stockpiling them with sharpness - their wrangling came to an endeavor. I swallowed them comfortably, laying on moss.