“Disgusting. That face you always make, it’s disgusting. Brother, why do you do that?”

            “I already told you, I’m not your brother. I’m not even a man.” Not even human. “And this face is always the same anyway.”

            “That’s why I’m asking, why?”

            “Because the rains have washed everything else away.”

            “No, not everything. I can tell, there’s something tiny growing here. And it’s going to get so big you won’t know what to do with it. And then it will all change. There’s way more than just the sun out there. They grow really big. And live really long too.”

            “Who told you that?”

            “The sun. Duh.”

            “Oh.”