beware of rexxie

Deep in a cave of the primeval jungle lies the protector, Rexxie. He ensures the balance remains intact. Nature can be fragile, and any change can bring catastrophe. Rexxie makes sure that does not happen.
At the moment Rexxie sleeps, he spent long hours, and exerted much energy removing a mold growth from the grove that could have taken a great many trees if not dealt with.
(ITCHY!)...
(tired, go back to sleep)...
(Still ITCHY)
::SNORT:: Rexxie,"Grrrrrr."
::Lift hind leg and scratch::, :: roll over and get comfortable...
(Nose is ITCHY), ::Burrow in cave floor with nose to alleviate itch::
(Not working)
(still itchy) Rexxie, "hey what's that smell?"
(Open eyes and lift head)
Rexxie, "SMOKE!, smoke is drifting into my cave. where is that coming from? I need to find out."
I shuffle out of my cave to see. there is a cloud of smoke obscuring the sky, there is fire somewhere, a lot of fire.
Rexxie, (roaring), " Who dares burn my forest!"
The shuffle becomes a charge.
Rexxie,"The culprit will pay, I will tare him into pieces"
I see the fire in the distance, it is not far. I reach the edge and find a spot to look through and I see the man things.
Rexxie, "They dare to burn my forest! They shall pay. I shall roast them over their own flames, and I will eat well tonight.
Rexxie charges blindly ahead, his rage is evident to all, and was planned for.
As Rexxie comes out of the jungle growth, a team of men ready for such an act throw a large net over him, and bare him to the ground. As he struggles to move, one of the men jabs him with a needle, the pain is nothing.
Rexxie," what kind of stinger was that, I barely felt it. I have seen blood drinkers with bigger...SNORE!
Many hours later...
Rexxie wakes up, he is groggy, disoriented, and his mind is fuzzy.
As his mind clears he sees he is in a large crate, with barred openings, and what he sees beyond it brings him great sadness.
Rexxie,"My forest, my trees, the prey I hunted, and the great leaves I would eat, that made my blood race, It is all gone.
The great trees, everything, is nothing but ash.
My cave, that had been hidden by the great grove, is now bare to the sky.
It is gone.
It is all gone."
A great tear rolls from his eye and splashes on the floor of the crate. In the moisture left by the tear a tendril appears, and begins to grow rapidly. in a matter of seconds a large plant has appeared, the tip swells and expands, pregnant with growth, then it splits and folds open into an exquisite flower. the smell of the flower makes Rexxie's stomach growl.
A voice floats around him, coming from everywhere and nowhere,"Eat Rexxie, Eat this flower and know that you shall help heal my grievous wound."
The scent redoubles and the urge to eat the flower overwhelms Rexxie. In a rush he snaps up the flower and in a gulp swallows it down. as he was eating the flower he did not notice the swarm of insects that have entered his crate , looking at them Rexxie recognizes them, Termites. the termites engulf the crate and in no time the crate is gone.
As Rexxie stands he feels a rush of energy flow through him, his scales shimmer then begin to glow a bright verdant green.
The voice speaks again,"Go Rexxie, heal me and know the men shall not do me harm again."
Rexxie looks to the where the men made their encampment and sees the men fleeing toward their great boats, pursued by the fire bees and nettle bats that even Rexxie avoids.
Nodding Rexxie turns back to what used to be his beloved jungle home, and begins to walk to his cave, as his foot lands on the ash covered ground a sheen of rich green growth races from where he steps, and before his eyes the great jungle regrows from every step he takes. Everywhere he walks, the jungle returns to full growth. and as he walks newer hardier plants emerge, and the Fauna returns to seek out new homes and new lives in the just born growth of Rexxies jungle. When he reaches his cave, exhaustion overcomes him, he slips inside and lies down to sleep, moss spreading from his body covering the walls and floor of his cave, giving him a soft bed, the moss closes the gaps in the walls and retains the heat of the day warming Rexxie, lulling him to sleep. And sleep he shall, ready to awaken and defend his home should it ever be threatened again.