The  navette  landing on his  tête . Well-combed hairs offer endless runways, just  terre  on top of any one of them. At a slightly different scale, you can't  terre  on the hairtrees anymore, you can only steer into between the gaps, crashlanding, hoping you'll get out through the smashed windshield alive, and that the place you  terre  at isn't too near the egg-cache of some alert predator.