Sun Mote Copse a hundred thousand colours

Suddenly the thing that was making noises was wiggling and squirming. He felt a sudden sense of fear and wonder. What was that? He cried a high peeping noise at it, as if to demand that it identify itself. It was crawling toward the spot that hurt him so that he had to turn his head and make the world go dark. He attempted to stare at it a few times and found the light was better after a few glimpses. He still didn't much care for it, and found himself upset that the other moving crying thing was moving towards it.

He gave a higher pitched squeak, then began to wiggle towards the thing that moved. He didn't want it to call down the hurting bright spot. If it got closer, wouldn't it hurt more? Didn't the other lump think?! He moved angrily towards the lump, determined to stop this foolishness. Thankfully he had a shorter distance to travel and soon was not far from touching this thing. He gave a roar of displeasure, which came out more a loud whine than anything.