Ah, the young ones.
Still too new to be given names.
A young boy once asked me how I knew the names of the different wildlife in our yard.
“How did I learn your name?”
“I told you.”
“And so do they.”
“The animals tell you their names?”
“Yes, and then I have to translate them into English.”
“How come you have to translate them into English?”
“So we can understand them.”
“What do they speak if they don’t speak English?”
“Raccoons speak Haccoun, Opossum speak Pezami, Fox speak…”
And so it goes.
And it doesn’t really matter.
Actions speak louder than words, you know…
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