Definitely top tere. Definitely top tear.

He moved in a fast past reckless manner. Jumped higher than anyone would ever know.
He blazed the world like a fire tearing bits from bits.
Digesting but tender morcel allowing something to follow with his softly blinking avoidant eye.
Filled and sleepy his family was allowed it's fun and to watch over him while he dreamed of angels and spoke to God.
God said to him, you must keep them all fed so rest your tired head for work in the morning.
Then God stroked him through his final sleep as he boiled in hot water.
And he dreamed of a tiny dear with many white spots and how much softer it was than his offspring who were constantly jumping on him until finally they tired and nestled in his giant cluster of legs.
Meanwhile God spoke mightier than a light leaving a mite.