So I lived my life alone, without anyone that I could really talk to. That night, I went to sleep on the sand, a thousand miles from any human habitation. I was more isolated than a shipwrecked sailor on a raft in the middle of the ocean. Thus you can imagine my amazement, at sunrise, when I was awaken by an odd little voice. It said, “Excuse me, can I sit beside you? I’m little tired.” I couldn’t answer it for a minute because I was shocked. Then I said, “O…, of course. Sit down, please.” “Thank you.” I wondered what creature it is. “Excuse me, what is your name?” I asked it. “Bill, a grasshopper, and you?” “I’m Mitt, a bush.” “Hi, Mitt. Can I eat some of you? Because I’m hungry.” Suddenly, Bill ate my green hair. It was very hurt. I couldn’t do anything to stop Bill. I just could cry and hope that Bill didn’t eat all of my body. Then, I heard the hope and the fear came together towards us. I heard the leaves rustling. Then I felt strong pressure ...