May in the forest. Not far from the place of the dislocation, the cocoon cries, breaking the glands, and obviously gaining the attention of the resting people. A short hairy blonde says:
“It’s strange... Usually, a cat begins to ‘morrow’ when a cat wants to eat.
The blonde satellite.
Either this cocoon has stumbled on our shale, or it wants a cat. Another explanation for why I have lived a little more than two centuries, I do not find.