Always shoot for the Moon...
Zheadeos quietly watched his father. He nodded his head following what his father said. He liked grass quiet fine. Berries were good and he'd never had anything else other then a few berries and a whole lot of grass. A very delicious diet if he did say so him self and he would. He soon settled his head's bobbing nodding motion and a butterfly gracefully landed on his nose. His eyes went crossed as he tried to look at the butterfly though the action ended up giving him a headache rather then a clear view of the butterfly. He frowned and tried to turn his head to see if he could see it better. The movement caused the butterfly to skitter off tickling his nose ever so softly causing him to sneeze.
Zheadeos took note that the berries would be safe to eat and nipped a few of the little berries from the bush. Their juices flowed the moment his teeth squished the berries. It was very delicious. He decided that he'd eat just a few more. He however dared not eat anymore instead this time when he went back to the bush he attempted to tug a branch off like his father had done. He jerked his head back quickly before he had the chance to grab a branch. His eyes were squinted closed and small tears welled at the edges of his eyes. The a branch of the bush had poked him in the middle of his nose and it had hurt. Blinking away his tears he turned his watery gaze to his father. "Dad can you get a branch for me to carry?"
...because even if you miss you'll land in the stars.
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