The strange bud, Part 5
I've been practicing my small lip movements. Most people think I am hard of hearing, a mute. In fact, my hearing is quite keen. Whenever I hear a piece of music, I go into hysterics. But it helps me immensely when people speak slowly and clearly.
I visit the electric man whenever I need to express myself. He is teaching me to write. He thinks I will be able to say important things if I can only learn to juggle these funny boxes that mean sounds. He thinks the little leaves are the best place to speak. He things moving your hand over the strange bud is better than small lip movements.
I am not sure yet. I would like to have more friends than just him. I would like to be able to do and understand more in the cities. I would like to know what there is to see in farther places. I'd like to fly through the air in a great bird box. I would like to drive down the road in a motor box. I am very curious about the desert and what is beyond the big water.
The electric man is not interested in these things. He is like everyone else and wants to sit comfortably and stare at a little box and make small hand dances that are a sort of talking. He says he likes most of all to make the strange bud blossom.
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