[5: If I were an animal]

If I were an animal, I'd have a burrow under a tree, set in among the roots.
A little cellar, with odd openings where the roots hold up a tunnel enough
to get light.

Soft moss inside, and spongy earth forming most of it. Tree rotting up the
center would leave room to ascend skyward, up the hollow and maybe even out
above ground.  

Roots make twisted shapes, particular to the place, every tree growing
differently, some a knotted tangle, some gripping onto a ledge, some leaving
carved out soil for other things to take up.

The air would be cool, but never too cold, the mass of the tree and earth
helping keep the temperature gentle.

Water nearby, since trees always have some source of moisture. Maybe roots
run into a sandy bank, or into a soft hollow in the earth that collects the
water.

The forest smells like leaf-litter, not so often of blooming plants, since
things under the canopy have a more steady rhythm than the burst-and-bloom
of things in the sun. 

The moss forms little star-shaped tufts, like little points of light
stitched to green velvet.