on calmer days, it wasn't like this.

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The little bug stumbled in the wind as it bumbled along the gnarled branch of the tree.
It dug its tiny claws into the brown branch and gripped for dear life as the tempest increased.
As a particularly strong gust blew past, the little bug squeezed its eyes shut and hoped.

Hours later, when the bug awoke on a giant green leaf, it squeaked; another bug was with him, but this bug wasn't tiny at all.
The big bug was long and fuzzy and had endless antenae.
The little bug was red and had little tiny black spots.

The big bug squeaked in return, a friendly greeting.

The little bug smiled.

Created: Mar 07, 2011


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