Observation
I'm good here.
I don't care what they say, this tree has promise! Fruits and sunlight await me at the top just like the others! But what's the rush?
No one contests me for my space, so I'll take my sweet time. I can climb whenever I want; but for now, I'm good here.
By interlocking my fingers, I let my skeleton do the work, and my arms stay fresh. I could stay here forever!
A fall from here wouldn't even hurt.
They'll all see I was the one who played it smart.
Where is everyone getting those masks?