| You feel wierd and kinda embaressed at being found and invited to, a meeting you were never supposed to be at in the first place. So you turn your back to Cl'eir, and muttering somthing about dinner, you leave the hollow, carrying with you nothing but a deep sense of regret. "Come on!" you say aloud to yourself, " you can't sociolize with creatures like that! They talk to ferns for god's sake!'' And then, as if to finesh the matter, "They must be crazy!" "Definatly." Says a tall fern as you pass it. The End |