"What the hell are you doing in that tree?"
"What do you mean?" as he crouched in the branches.
"Just... get down. You idiot."
"Why? Why should I get down? For what reason do I need to bow to your dictum? Do you want me down, specifically, or is it any given person who isn't allowed up here? Is there a legal matter to which I ought attend? Are you afraid I'm too close to God, or that I'm defying Him? Are you jealous, not of my physical ability to climb trees, but of my capacity for breaking free? Or are you ashamed to be associated with someone so controlled by his fleeting fancies? Are you afraid that you'll never be able to join me? Or are you afraid I wouldn't let you join me even if you could? Are you ashamed that you've never tried? Do you think I'm not earthbound enough? Are you too hidebound to understand the windbound be-winged? Come now,
With which silly emotion are you afflicted?"
"Forget you," as he walked away.
Eyes gleaming, "As he walked away from his freedom," and dropped to the ground to continue teaching.
Umm... don't ask. 'Cause there isn't a readily available answer. Just a little snippet of prose.
Anyway! Got out of lab early today! So I can work on my... paper... grr..... domokun DDR pads come in tomorrow; very exciting. Exceptionally so. Duh, duh, duh. du-dUh duh, duh, duh. dU-duh...!!!
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