"AaA!" Winston had the tongue wrapped around the whole of his arms and chest. He couldn't free his arms, but he tried to actually hang on to the moss, to keep from being lifted.<br/><br/>" What. What are you taking about?" Winston replied. " I was camping. That's not destroying the forest. I didn't even litter. Please, let me go." He pleaded, not helping himself with his struggles which rubbed the soft silken texture of his well tended skin as well as the sickly sweet taste that his body wash left behind.