Krunk laughed out loud several times the day of the rainbow field.  Only once did he recognize the sounds coming from his mouth as belonging to him.  They produced no thought beyond the oddity of the sound itself.  It may have felt like something which meant something, but Krunk couldn't even recognize that fully.

One moment later, he found himself opening his eyes flat on his back.  The only reason he stirred was due to a bolt of lightning striking a tree across the cow pasture.  The great blaze descended streaking from the sky followed by a great blaze rising from the ground.  Krunk quickly got up from the ground and forgot about the clouds.  His chest hurt and breathing became difficult. 

Across the field Krunk saw the fear. 

He saw fire.

The mushrooms still filled his head with clouds and repressed inhibitions.  He knew nothing of the sort, but he understood not being afraid.  Krunk didn’t feel the unending FEAR any longer.

Before this moment, Krunk would’ve bowed and chattered unintelligibly at the site of burning.  Krunk wouldn’t have comprehended the lightning as anything other than an attack having descended upon him.  An attack from an assailant unimaginably powerful, therefore, he wouldn’t have approached the site.  He would've bowed for these reasons, or at least something close to them.

Before the day of the rainbow field.

Krunk was curious.  He moved closer to the burning.  He hadn’t realized the cold around him until he moved closer to the fire.  The heat felt good.  He moved his hand into the burning and it hurt.  He quickly withdrew his hand and shoved burnt fingers into his mouth. 

Restrained inhibitions allowed him to linger.  His curiosity grew.

Then Krunk saw the burning log.  One end of the log in flames and the other end, two feet in length, untouched.  Krunk knelt down and touched the log where the flames did not dance.  His fingers didn’t hurt.  Krunk grabbed the log then dropped it.  His fingers still did not hurt. 

At that moment, some sort of an understanding took place.  Krunk probably imagined sex tied to the flaming log. 

And food. 
And power.

Krunk gripped the log and Krunk managed fire.