As I, unprepared & vulnerable, journeyed to my temporary home, I trekked through a live battlefield; courageously swatting the enemy away; frequently enduring the sting of their clever weapons & instantly bearing the badge of their bite; I stumbled upon something. It was an X. An X upon a tree. I forgot about the mosquito jerks & remembered noisily rewinding an old tape of Fern Gully to just the right moment when Batty began his rap. I remember rewinding that same tape to that same moment again. And again. I remember, with fondness, the teamwork. We stumbled through the lyrics, big sister chimed in to compensate for my lapse & and sometimes I'd return the favor. Only a few sacred words were captured & added to the flock with each cycle. If confabulation serves correctly, we eventually mastered that rap.
Seeking a copy, or perhaps a showing, of the dear Fern Gully...anyone?
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