Fern-like sweeping through

The parakeet left astounding in front of the vast swathe of stumps. All of them chopped and in their position, just the base holding the roots beneath, and the convex surface protruding on the top. He was beholding a compelling sight after gravely insulting that studious Elder, severely disbelieving its faculties. For the parakeet, it was never a competition. Not even a confrontation. It was just a lean keen reabsorption of an intensified peer, forward, to the undetermined.