A continuing story of Chaz the GELF, bartender at the Intergalactic Truckstop.

Chaz first came here to see the famous big tree, like everyone else. He'd booked a tour on the cheapest available tour ship, which developed an engine fault and dumped all baggage onto the plain to save weight. Chaz found it had registered him as baggage, and no amount of shouting would change its mind on the point. He'd stood alone among the holdalls and rucksacks yelling bad words he hadn't known he'd known, until rage faded to dull frustration and he began the long trudge to the base of Mother Kreakin. On the way, he'd found the pit.

The sap pulls at Chaz' sandals, but his adhesive feet hold them on as he works his way to the center of the pit. Ahead to the left he can see a great bubble working its way to the surface, full of gases exhaled from the root below.

Thanks again to chaz-fox for letting me play with Chaz. See him in his native habitat.

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