The green,crisp leaves fly through the air.They perform various flips and twirls,like a gymnast.They land perfectly to the floor,since they are as light as a feather.The sun above blazes furiously,like a fire, and lights the world,as the day starts off.The lemurs' black and white,zebra striped tail flails and whithers around,like a snake.The branches of the tree sway from under them.Whoosh,whoosh.
As one lemur travels to a different tree the other follows,like in a Nascar race."I got you now!"One seems to yell.In their own little language they speak to each other,but to me it makes me imagine monkeys in the jungle,fighting over the ripest banana.
When the lemurs are finally exhausted,they're stomachs rattle,like an exhaust system of an old vehicle.They pounce on little mammals and eat the beautiful rosy colored jungle flowers.
Finally,after the sun has set there eyes stay open for just another second,as they are drifting off to sleep.For the last time that day they view the world,their playground,until their eyes disagree and their tiredness finally get the best of them.http://margaretnoble.net/blog/wild-lemurs/
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