the_steve_cox:
I am, how you say, knackered
the_steve_cox:
If I could, I'd like to fly
the_steve_cox:
The saliva tree was vaguely intrigued by our approach
the_steve_cox:
Strange birds sang to us, arboreal quadrupeds swung through the trees jabbering melodiously in soft sing-song voices
the_steve_cox:
It's okay... I think I can make it
the_steve_cox:
I overstood everything that was said and nothing that was meant
the_steve_cox:
Come tiptoe..
the_steve_cox:
As we began our climb I wondered if the denizens of Venus would notice our endeavours