ANGER - Volume 2 Chapter 4

“I boomed out, “IT’S OKAY LITTLE ONES, BE BRAVE! COME! COME!” And they poured into me, and piece by piece I began to recall roads and buildings and fruit and friends and snoring and stars, heartache and the ecstasy of finishing exams.

“NOT UP MY BUM!” I shouted as I maneuvered my tree-trunk-arm around my backside to flick all the clambering little people away. I was growing and growing and beginning to push up against the edges of the world. My shoulder was now touching the heavens and I had to recline into a foetal position, as if about to be born…”