IMP

 "Huh oorh"

       He had no idea what to do with the Cougar beside him on the tree. But of course he knew what he would do with the one beneath him. He knew that the creature would never make it to the top of the tree. It would only rage and growl to make him cower and surrender. He did know the logic of those creatures. He didn't know that creatures in the figment of the universe were as sensible as that. He needed no hypotheses to test their stance and logic. He did know what they were up to. He did know the language which they understood easily. He knew how to make confetti of the semantic also. DEATH! That's their language. They would seek the death of a stranger or whoever they were accosting you the first time. He didn't know what trained knowledge was that. He had no idea who trained the knowledge. He couldn't be sure. He couldn't fathom. Probably if he did arrive at a crumbling conclusion, he would talk the person or creature into sanity of being a sane creator. Like the missing link in him. He looked up at the sky, twas pricking some red rhythm and was gloomy. He had no idea what was going to happen. 

him, sat up and immediately slid down the tree. He didn't know what that was. Why he had made such quick decision. He had no idea why he hadn't thought so well of it before sliding down his berth. He was already before the snarling Cougar. He was familiar with the ritual. But he wanted to learn quite the numbers of things while dealing with the new one. He wondered how many of them were in that forest he was in. He wondered what their motivations were. He wanted to be sure. He needed to know why they get angry so easily and without a sane course. Were they birthed with rage. They weren't like him. He would look closely at a new creature he saw, made sure he understood quite the numbers of things about them before choosing to do whether the right or wrong thing. He was thinking too much and the Cougar wasn't ready for such. It leapt at him as he ducked. He showed the Cougar its dead mate by dangling it before him, but the Cougar simply never cared. He seemed to had found an answer to his worries. They

though twas some weapon. Even if twasnt, he would make one of it. He wasn't actually doing that because he couldn't withstand the Cougar or couldn't make rage of his annoying qualities. All he was doing and was bent upon was getting it more annoyed. He was trying to enrage it. Like he would do to the Centaurs and the Satyrs. That would help him. He wanted to know if anger would give the creatures of that figment of the universe to him like

mouthful and spat it out. What was he thinking? Was he thinking of making a delicious meal of what had been dead over a day. Naturally in his world, the Cherubs they did hunt could serve as meals throughout a week without decaying or rotting. He had no idea why the new world's was different. Twas different in an awkward way. He flung the