A Month like a Year
“More importantly, you’re family here.”
Nomad
The ant was terrified. He knew that if he didn’t climb up the tall tree at once, that awful bird might very well eat his friend. So without a second thought, he did just that. One trembling little leg right after another, up, and up, and up, he climbed all the way to the top. Higher than he’d ever been. He arrived on the caterpillow’s branch just as the corvid did.
“G-good morning, Ms. Corvid. How are you?” the ant said.
“Lost, separated from my family, and very hungry,” the corvid responded.
“Well, I fear the glade has been picked clean, but I have a knothole full of leaves that you are welcome to,” the ant muttered nervously.
“But I don’t eat leaves,” Ms. Corvid responded. “However, I do eat the things that eat the
