The fruit was dangling from a branch, a couple feet away, and it might have just been a trick of the light, but it appeared to be almost glowing.
The off-yellow oblong shape hung from a branch in a cluster with other such fruits in close proximity, like one big, cluster of eusocial insects crowding together for safety. The cream colors ebbed and grew hypnotically, as if beckoning me closer with their hypnotic gaze.
My stomach rumbled, and I had no reason to ignore its call. So, I slithered across the foliaceous figment, with utmost gusto that I could manage without falling to my death for complete carelessness.
Once I was there, underneath the massive clutch of opulent treasures, its value seemed to dwarf any jewel or rare earth metal. My mouth watered, as I peeled off my shredded poncho as carefully as I could, and then tied the opening for my legs shut so that nothing could fall out in transit.
