Climb to the Nest: Science Fiction

"Oy-oh, oy-oh!" the call echoed from the tall trees whose lofty canopies reached up to the heavens. Nichol looked up from the cassava root that he was pounding, swore softly, and then stuffed the pounding tools under a shrub nearby and leapt for the tree beside him. He climbed swiftly, his muscles never growing tired, as he had learned to climb before he could walk. Babies didn't crawl in the jungle. They climbed. And then they ran. He burrowed into his nest in the thickest part of the tree's crown, swaying sixty feet above the ground. The sound of a flitter passing by overhead made him want to burrow further into the tree, until he found its heart and followed to to the roots in the ground--


Inspiration: "Time's Up (Dust Mix)" by Moby
Story Potential: Low. There's nothing special here. Nothing bad, but nothing that takes it to the next level.
Finished Length: ?
Notes: Despite appearances, this *isn't* a primitive society.