I remember those choldhood days in the tundras of the greater amazon basin, chasing jellyfish with steel nets, and resting under the shade of titanium maples. Boy were those crystal bears dangerous! Teeth of amethyst and diamond! Not to mention the thunderous herds of soda can beasts on the rolling plains of the Papua New Guinea (we feared their claws of tungsten and teeth of copper!). I remember shooting them with rose petal arrows and cooking them over a slow fire of burning glass trees. All the while sitting on the blue sand beaches near lime jello seas, while tin foil fish flew above us…
My best memory however, was sitting under Ice palms on the tundras of the Congo while ice bears hunted for rust seals, watching the green sun set over the sapphire mountains.
