“It was approaching night, the conversation having taken up the better part of a day. Out of the fragile light a fourth perezoso spoke, the olders and wisest of them, who had to descend to the forest floor on business… — Lon Otto Copy Share Image
“The air was dank and stale. A high breeze danced among the treetops and caused the leaves to chuckle and the branches to groan but did not descend to the forest floor. The air near the woodland base was thick… — L.F. Falconer Copy Share Image
