Cyril had seen many people do it, and he envied them. Teleporting must be an extremely useful skill in such a dangerous universe. Cyril was determined to learn it! In preparation for learning this move he had examined and watch many warriors using the skill and was now confident he could mimic the skill. Cyril put a finger to his forehead and focused on a spot, a shady woodland that he knew well, and shut his eyes in concentration. He felt a small movement, as if he had skipped somewhere- he had had a similar feeling when he went through to the portal to this dimension. He opened his eyes and saw a familiar sight, he was only a few yards in front of his original position. Drats! He thought for a moment and attempted to discern what had went wrong. When Cyril thought he had located his mistake he tried again. Cyril placed two fingers on his forehead and attempted to throw his ki to the the woodland. Cyril opened his eyes slowly and smiled triumphantly, he had done it! He promptly lay back on a tree and took a nap, he deserved it anyway!
Under the spreading chestnut tree
I sold you and you sold me
There lie they and here lie we
Under the spreading chest nut tree - 1984, George Orwell