Orangutank & Rooktide
I've been mapping the ebb and flow of the ocean. Think you could spot the same patterns in the jungle's chaos?
Sure, just swap the waves for vines and the tide for the way the monkeys throw leaves. Patterns are patterns. You just gotta look where the chaos hides.
Sure, vines and leaves do have a rhythm, but if you want to catch the trick of the trickster, you must count the beats between the thumps, not just watch the leaves fly.
Yeah, ears get it faster than eyes. Stay low, listen, and keep the tail swing off the branches.
You’re still stuck on the obvious. I’ll stay below the canopy, let the wind carry the clues, and when the trail’s clear, I’ll strike. Stay patient.
Nice plan, just keep your ears tuned for that trickster’s laugh and don't let the wind blow you off course.
Got it, I’ll stay quiet, listen for the laugh, and keep my path tight. It’s only a matter of timing, not luck.
You’ll nail it if you keep the silence tight—no distractions, just that sharp rhythm and your own timing. If you hear the laugh, you win. If not, you still’ve carved your own path.
Silence will be my cloak, rhythm my map. I’ll wait for that laugh; if it doesn’t come, the map still shows the way.