I’m turning sentences this like:
A small stippled fish darted forth from the fool’s gold to nibble at the tree’s roots.
into sentences like this:
A small stippled fish nibbled the tree’s roots.
I may turn them back again. Because fiddling.
Prorep 34: Fiddling
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Yes but where is the squeaky snake? And is it hungry for stippled fish?
Squeaky snake is in Zoe’s jaws, incapable of pursuing fish.