I have friends in the sky, too. They’re a bit strange, but I still count them as friends.
When I first came to live with my two-leggers, I met some different two-legged creatures. They have long necks and they like to eat the grass in the neighbours’ yard. They leave really sticky stuff behind when they go. It smells interesting, but it doesn’t taste as good as what the sneeky deer leave, so I usually leave it alone.
When I go over to say hello, these creatures spread their flappers and run awkwardly into the river. I can never surprise them; they always seem to sense when I’m coming. They know my name, too! And that’s really amazing because I’m sure I never told them; I can’t speak their language. Oddly, the only thing they ever seem to say is my name. I always know when they are coming over for a visit because they call me constantly, “Stella! Stella! Stella!”
Like the neighbours, they disappear when the water gets hard. It’s too bad, ’cause I enjoy having them around. I was really sad when they left last winter; I didn’t know then that they’d be back. But in the Spring, I heard, “Stella, Stella! Stella!” and looked up. They came over the hill, flying just a bit too high for me to jump up and touch them, and they came down and slid over the water to a stop by the neighbour’s dock. I ran down and said hello, but they are just too shy to come close. They called me still, though, so they remembered me!
They’ve gone again this year. The water went hard much earlier than last year, so I haven’t seen them for a long time now. This Spring, though, I’ll be listening for them when the water goes splashy again. I’m sure they’ll be back. If you hear them calling me where ever you are, you tell them I’m waiting for them…. ~:oP=