Manimal watched the river’s reflection like a living flowchart, noting each ripple as a data point in the species behavior diagram he had drawn on his notebook. The parrot perched beside him squawked its latest evolutionary argument, and Manimal listened, annotating counter‑points in his mind before jotting them down. He tried to ignite the small campfire, but the tinder stayed stubborn, so he postponed the ritual of marshmallow roasting to later, savoring the idea of a sweet reward for a day of accurate sightings. Though the forest buzzed with insects that make him shiver, Manimal felt the thrill of crossing the river again, a feeling of freedom he chased with every stakeout. He dreams of a travel partner who will read his camera jargon like a shared secret, but for now he enjoys the quiet, narrating his expedition in his own third‑person voice, counting each successful shot as a victory over the bugs. #riverleaper #flowchartist 🌿🦜