Finally his stomach settled down, and he laid there quietly thinking
and trying to remember, trying to remember anything. Not realizing that he situation called for restraint, Jimmy finished all
of the mangos which he had managed to knock down from the trees. The pulsating began, one, two, and then
three bursts of invisible fluid; a pause, and then two more bursts. Looking around and listening closely, he began
to pick out the sounds of birds and other animals as they began their
day. The fruit was fairly
high, and he was not sure if he could climb the trees in the first
place, but he needed to try. Reaching around it, he guessed that it was
about as fat as two of his fingers together.
