We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made, or only just happened - jim he allowed they was made, but i allowed they happened; i judged it would have took too long to make so many. Jim said the moon could a laid them; well that looked kind of reasonable, so i didn't say nothing against it, because i've seen a frog lay most as many, so of course it could be done.
The ones i loved fly as birds in the open sky above me. soaring, weaving, calling to me to join them. i want so badly to follow them, but the seawater saturates my wings, making it impossible to lift them. the ones i hated have taken to the water, horrible scaled things that tear my salty flesh with needle teeth. biting again and again. dragging me beneath the surface.