I slowly crept onto the treetop. I flopped down on a branch and let myself rest. My mandibles clicked slowly and with a weariness about them. I felt a rush of joy. I had made. After all the attempts I had finaly made it. I crawled off my branch and back onto the treetop. In my ecstasy, I failed to notice the claw fly out and butcher me.

I stared up at the massive tree trunk. The memories of all my previous attempts flashed through my mind. This time I will make it, I thought, this time. I started to climb.