Tiny wood creature

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The pot was pulled across the verandah, scrapping its floor which made me feel sudden guilt and consciousness. I tried to wipe the scratch marks with my hand and then a large piece of clothing, but nothing helped so I took my eyes off and walked away to do my other work, but something stopped me from walking away. I felt the discomfort of a slightly sharp tiny detailed piece of dark coloured wood that had light severity in pain when stepped on, basically not noticeable to how light its sharpness effected. I bent and picked it up, wondering how a wood particle would come to the verandah as nothing around was wood, however, I didn't take much notice as it wasn't something to even think about when it's so atomic, but it took my notice highly when it seemed to sort of move a bit, I shook it slightly, as if it were to have life it would've moved but... it didn't, just wobbled and behaved just like a shy piece of wood would do, "no fancy - just ordinary" I thought as I dropped it towards the grass.

The fate of it prevented it from being drowned or buried in the harsh grass, it landed instead on the nearby soil, getting a bit covered with the friendly warm soil. I was the getting back to work when something told me not to, just give it a last goodbye look.

As I turned again at the ordinary wood, a grayish-white tiny-weeny head poked out with six chubby legs. I was astounded that it was alive and undistinguished towards wood, I put a shout to my sister and told her everything. We both then picked it to a safe spot and spoke to it in a benign manner as it slowly left, creeping under dead and alive grass and into its own world.