As they climbed the mountain the terrain grew steeper and more rough. They left the fruit trees behind and clambered over boulders, approaching the barren peak. Only one plant grew at this elevation. Nemo had never seen it before.
The bush’s spines were an inch long and barely distinguishable from the slender black leaves. They protected a tangled black ball of fruits. The black ball had thousands of tiny orange legs.
“Think you can get it?” The arm pulled a branch aside. Nemo folded his arms defiantly. “Come on, get it!” The mouth licked its lips. “Yum, yum! Centipedes! Gotta eat centipedes!”