I wonder why we call bats “bats”—why do we call them that?I wonder why little kids burpand crickets chirpand why snow is in the winter.Speaking of snow,why is it called snow and not sand?Why is music sometimes called a band?Andwhy do people walk on land?And why do they dieor cryor get mador sad?Why are we the ones that can talkand the ones that have technology?

Why aren’t hedgehogs a sophisticated species?Why do spiders give you the creepies?It doesn’t seem right to me,why the world is this way.I think the world should be differentbut I can’t make hedgehogs talkor fish walk.So I think that I will justburrow under the earthinspect the workings of the worldand see what makesthe world this messed-up way.But I kind of like the world this way—just a little.So I will stayhere where I amand watch the flow.