Grasp onto nature’s bars. Climb until your eyes gaze upon the heavens. Danger is around the corner. The predators lurk, searching for a vertebrate on the island. Their jaws slide with aggression against the rocky terrain, sharpening their teeth to be ready for the day. Swiftly, chips disintegrate underneath the heavy stomps of the creatures. The hoard sniffs the aroma of rooting apples topping the air. The predator devours the stale chips lying on the soil as the squirrels swing past the bushes. The predators’ bloodshot eyes darken to lipstick red; They are restlessness. Their pale fingers rejuvenate as they bite into their furry prey. The Potato Lays crashes, sliding down the hills without mercy. Each piece dives for its safety- there’s no guarantee for life. Furry animals cling onto the flimsy branches which is the only safety route. Branches snap as the weight of the animals elevates. Suddenly, a vacuum sucks every organism in. Only scratches resonate on the barks, symbolizing past existence. The predator hunts the prey.