A damp-dark high-sky weather day today. Heavy mist-clouds down-pattered water everywhere! Most Le-Matoran run into their homes, spending the ever-gloomy day out of the downpour. Me? Stay inside on account of rain? Never ever. Too many ever-interesting things happen in the black-damp mud-soil! Too many strange plants, too many strange rahi. It’s an ever-great opportunity I won’t pass up! So off I went, ever-stomping around in the murky muck of the jungle floor. As I was searching, I came upon a beautiful flower. It was strange, because I hadn’t recognized it. It was usually, on the ever-sunny green-bright days, it was an ugly closed up bud. This rain, it caused it to open-bloom into a beautiful petaled masterpiece. I give you, the dropcatcher. It only opens in the super-storms of the jungle. A Ga-Matoran would ever appreciate the bravery of going out-way and picking one in a storm. I might pick one for somebody I have my eye on…
Today, or I guess I should say at sun-dark, I decided to go tent-camping in the ever-deep jungle. It’s ever-dangerous to do this alone, so I decided to bring friend Tehutti along. He has always been almost as curious as I am about this world. You should see his daily journal entries. They’re PAGES long. Anyway, back on the subject of camping. We set up camp, and we out-walked a bit in the dark. We came across some… strange glowing stalks. They had bulbs at the ends with small fiber-hairs. I went up to touch one, and the fibers grab-latched on with a small static burst! Not only did it do that, but it sucked itself back into the ground! Was it defense? I didn’t know. We decided to ever-watch them until they retracted again. To our surprise, a reke land-perched on a glowing bulb and got ever-fried by the fibers! The stalk retracted and didn’t come back up. Tehutti and I looked at each other and nodded. Carnivorous. We both decided to call them glowbulbs.
I’m not saying it’s not, but since you have some reading material to go along with it (which adds depth), I thought it would also fit under Literature. Too bad topics can’t be under more than one category.
The jungle was noise-bustling with ever-chirps of gukko while I flat-walked down my usual path. Not a blade of grass out of place… except for this unusual but beautiful flower! I remember the bipetal quick-popping up-root last budding time, only for them to promptly disappear from their spots the next sun-up. They have two petals and quite the pistil, and I always see reke drinking from it’s bud, so it must be ever-full of sweet nectar. I think they’re quite pretty.
