Little Tree and Little River (part 3)
“FOR THE LAST TIME, I DON'T EAT GLOW BUGS!”
“WE DON’T BELIEVE YOU!!”
He couldn't have guessed that this was how his first real conversation would go. He was currently hiding behind an overturned table dodging large dirt clumps (thrown by Little River) and many small dirt clumps (thrown by the glow bugs). They had read his nervousness in the interrogation about his eating habits after he had just woken up as an admission of guilt.
‘I wish I ate dirt,' he thought to himself.
He wasn't even sure if he didn’t eat glow bugs, he had never seen one before. He only ate moss and grass in the valley as far back as he could remember with any clarity.
There was one glow bug who had a couple of intuitions. One, Little Tree wasn't a bug eater. Two, carrots taste the opposite of carrots. He personally particularly loved carrots and had his own little stash he kept apart from the food of his swarming brothers and sisters, his happily munching sisters and brothers. He dodged a couple of dirt clumps himself to rush to his stash.
He quickly picked out a small carrot (he wasn't going to give a large one!) and raced back to the room. There was now more dirt than table that he could see and there was no stop in the conflict. So he chose to shine his brightest hue to interrupt the fight.
The light felt like a hum, a warm wind, a deep song. Little River and the bugs slowed their attacks to a stop and sat in amazement of the color. It filled the room with beauty. Even Little Tree had to move out from behind the table to look.
After the room had become silent, the intuitive bug walked forward with the small carrot and put it in front of Little Tree.
Little Tree had never seen a carrot before but his immense hunger sprang into the front of his mind. He had never actually felt it before and it was so all consuming that he once again forgot his fear and wolf-like chewed up and swallowed the vegetable.
The bugs in an instant realized that Little Tree wasn't a bug eater and started to glow. They scrambled over to Little Tree and brought more food they had stored, happily sitting all over him as he devoured whatever they put in front of him. A particularly small bug settled in his ear and started humming and glowing with its little warmth.
Little River watched all of this slightly perturbed, slightly interested, and slightly jealous. She backed out of the room and began to pace her halls, her mind reaching for ideas she never had to have before. Things in her life were changing.