It regards its surroundings. The remembered desert us now a jungle teeming with life. Many are descendants of its sibblings who struggled from the water long ago.

Perhaps now is the time to joing them?

It watches further and sees each niche in the new world filled with specially adapted life. Its own ancient form promises only a precarious existence on the edge of failure.

It sinks indolently back to the familiar mud. Evolution can wait.