TGL: Zad's first encounter with Hyacinth

She felt the weight again, coarsely pressing against herself. The weight came at least once every cycle of light and dark. This one was warm and came in three - Plonk! Plonk! Two twin weights balanced on each side of her, and then...Plonk! The master weight placed on her middle. And now further, lighter weights are placed around her edges. She feels the strain being placed on her unfortunate structure, feels the energy her long strong legs are using to support this strange happening.

Woooaaahhh!!!

That happened sometimes too, although there was no pattern to it. She likened it to the rain she once used to experience. Only this rain was sticky and certainly not refreshing......yes, like the rain......when I used to be whole......

She was no longer aware; she was searching for her other selves. Perhaps existence was more pleasureable with the rest of her - aah......now I am like I just was, only smaller, still with four legs, but these are weak, yet it is me. She does not notice the large walking animal about to dethrone her. Ouch! It's bloody sitting right on top of me and I creak! She leaves this self only to find she is in the grip of another such creature and is indeed a tool of aggression towards another, smaller, walker. SSSMACK! SSSMACK! Right on its behind! She is small and thin, with a round head which is still forcefully connecting against her will. THIS IS NO FUN AT ALL!......I remember when I was whole......

She is now one and all her selves. As she used to be. She feels the real rain, my sweet, my beautiful rain. And the wind - your breath gives me my very essence, you provide my energy. She is with all her family - huge, unchanging, purposeful. A swinging animal uses her arms to play, travel and make home. This is why I exist! Tiny dot animals feast on her growth......my growth......

YEEEAAAWWWOOOHHH!!!!!!

With a jolt she comes out of her reminiscing as she is whacked full on her midriff. She screams a cry of pain, frustration, self-pity, of longing......of retribution.

......

Zad violently stubbed his toe against the wall (as only he is prone) and heavily punched the table with the bottom of his fist in retaliation. For one crazy moment he was sure the table reacted, a fearsome reaction. But no, it was plainly the momentum of his momentary anger, causing the table to jump up towards him.

Feeling satisfied, Zad went on with his day.