Ankyra Sound there are pansies, they're for thoughts

the beetle is large, almost as big as her nose, shiny and green. she's intent on following it and has already committed a half hour to follow its trail. she's close to the ground, stalking exaggerated to the point to her limbs are starting to cramp. she's determined, however, and creeps resolutely after it. it's getting dark, and dusk has crept completely over the heavens. she's so totally absorbed, however, that the girl does not notice.