How to Get Caught Pooping

osa patiently waited, her eyes calm as she witnessed Sal in a rare state. It was an unspeakable form of understanding, a meaning that didn need writing or vocalization to achieve. It was perhaps the most powerful form of communication known to man or animal, or perhaps anything with a soul.

The soul.

A form of consciousness concentrated to a single moment, to a single place, is that a soul?

And one of the infinite amount of souls from this universe, this soul was born from a mother sloth, born upon this single tree, at that specific moment. The soul of a sloth, a sloth currently shrouded in a translucent veil.

And at that moment, the translucent veil stretched until its thin thread snapped, like a spider web, a delicate work of art, so tough yet so weak.

Sal looked straight into Rosas tranquil eyes.

Eyes the color of the sun roasting at dusk, the color of the prettiest flowers, the color some would compare to blood.

But to Sal, those eyes were hidden with an overflowing sweetness that metallic, salty blood could never provide.

With his eyes curving into crescents, his cheeks bulging, and a smile so big it seemed to be larger than his entire head, Sal was beaming.

”Of course! Ill be your talking buddy! ”

And with that, welcome everyone to the journey.