“I’m not an octopus, manatee, ant, bird, spider, bus driver, or sleeping comfy pillow."
That really narrows it down. I have no friends, no home and only 5 tentacles. I should have thought about this land thing, before I deceided to leave my ocean.” He trecked forward touching everything. “If I was a bird I could fly, or a whale I would be the master of the sea, I would even take being that pillow, it had some dinner and a spot to rest.” He carried on using his free tentacles to trace their way around walls, searching corners for anything that could help his survival. It was a cold night. Starving, he was running out of energy to go on. The creature walked alone, nearly exhausted, positive that there were predators nearby. Fortunately wandering around a corner, he groped his way into a recessed ally, there noticing something wonderful. A dry cardboard box. “Never has anything been so beautiful.” He whisperd, cautiously creeping towards it, knowing he couldn’t afford any more mistakes. The inside of the box was dark, but with further inspection empty. He looked around silently, touching a tentacle to the top to make sure that it was real. With one more check to make sure nothing spotted, him he excitedly climbed in. “Finally a home to rest in.” The nomadic creature sleepily mumbled and allowed himself rest.
“I’m not an octopus, manatee, ant, bird, spider, bus driver, or sleeping comfy pillow." That really narrows it down. I have no friends, no home and only 5 tentacles. I should have thought about this land thing, before I deceided to leave my ocean.” He trecked forward touching everything. “If I was a bird I could fly, or a whale I would be the master of the sea, I would even take being that pillow, it had some dinner and a spot to rest.” He carried on using his free tentacles to trace their way around walls, searching corners for anything that could help his survival. It was a cold night. Starving, he was running out of energy to go on. The creature walked alone, nearly exhausted, positive that there were predators nearby. Fortunately wandering around a corner, he groped his way into a recessed ally, there noticing something wonderful. A dry cardboard box. “Never has anything been so beautiful.” He whisperd, cautiously creeping towards it, knowing he couldn’t afford any more mistakes. The inside of the box was dark, but with further inspection empty. He looked around silently, touching a tentacle to the top to make sure that it was real. With one more check to make sure nothing spotted, him he excitedly climbed in. “Finally a home to rest in.” The nomadic creature sleepily mumbled and allowed himself rest.