Tower Bicker

I awake. The Sun shines, jubilant and glorious, a pure golden nugget, undeniable truth of the power of nature. I smile at the Sun, for I too am an irresistible power of nature. I dominate a family of muskrats to assert my position in the food chain, but they are bony and dry, powder in my cavernous mouth. Unsatisfactory.

As I pick the meat out of my teeth with muskrat skeletons, I muse again on my whereabouts. The jungle is as unfamiliar as the previous day, but, with my rest achieved, I find my splendid loins filled with a new energy, and an urge to explore. I set out, quietly crushing the carcasses at my feet.

The air darkens as my paws tread through untouched vegetation, knifing through plants like a shark through children. Lianas and leaves grasp at my luminary body, but I unearth them with my puissant strides. Moist foliage whips my face and inundating fog threatens to suffocate, but persevering the depressing gloom I arrive at a clearing in the canopy. Above me, out on the horizon, I spot with piercing eyes a grassy plateau rising up through the dense foliage, and atop the mount, a blackened tower of metal, perched menacingly against the bright awesome sky. My mind sharpens. Exploration can wait; my goal is clear.

Mere strides later, I find myself at the imposing intruder's door. Inside, I hear angry voices, bickering and shouting. Humans, trapped in their maudlin mausoleum like retarded fish in an underwater barrel. With a crash, I pounce into the mayhem of the tower bicker.