Creature

All those hominids stood around to watch, scratching their heads and hairy armpits. So like them it was,

well, sort of but ever so puny, while more or less rosepink. Was this bod something to do with a future? Maybe the rich grasses and coconuts had a kind of blessing to grant him; nightshade and garlic somehow able to shield him from the big cats’ ravenous prowling. They wondered what it could possibly grow into, from this pipsqueak. But something or other was in the balmy air. They didn’t have a word for gods, not the merest monosyllable, but alien shaggy spines were kind of tingling there, like electricity. Male or female, the lumpen hominids didn’t want to attack this new thing of unattractive flesh.

Perhaps you could feel it was filled with what they would come to call a magic spell, harsh millennia later on.

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