My, is it dark. There is nothing but a dizzy swaying that sloshes this sticky watery something where I reside. The sides are slick yet chalky and I can't quite latch on. I close my eyes and listen, trying to see a pattern to it all. There is nothing but that darned swishing...until an earthquake hits. At first, the shaking is barely perceptible....more audible as a soft thump than anything...then it picks up intensity, each wave coming with a greater intensity, until the water all jumps at the ceiling, swirling in deadly currents and up and down and up and--
Gravity has ceased. Me and the water--we're all stuck at the top of this dark dome. But here, our earthly tendencies return, and the top is pulling us in--is this an alien test lab intent on sucking me through this wall?!--with increasing intensity--my legs--until the whistling from outside is a scream--can't breathe--and my head is about to burst--
A SPLAT resounds dully with the chamber, turning the world right-side up in a sickening jolt. Everything slowly returns to a standstill...and a world is discovered outside. That is, water sloshes and crashes in distant booms, and higher-pitched squeals, grunts, and thuds--is it those two-legs again?--echo from all over.
But, once more, the world is sloshing all over--thuds and rushed air--but abruptly stops.
A low-pitched grunt echoes from somewhere above. Grab my hammer, it says. (Whatever that means. It's not like two-legs understand much anyways.)
The world lurches down and lands with a crack. Just as the tide starts to calm, ear-splitting, echoing bangs--each the force of the earthquake in one stroke--shudder the walls of this dark, watery dungeon. One, two, three, four...
And with a final BANG, sunlight streams through a jagged hole in the top, and I see that everything is white--the sticky water, the walls...I scramble up the walls, now that everything has stopped shaking, and out to a bristling, brown exterior, hoping the sun will dry my wings before the grab my hammer starts up again. The two-legs seem to be elsewhere, as a high-pitched one answers the low grunting want some coconut?
They're coming again...I guess I just spent the last few hours inside a coconut.
