She hummed a sweet tune. At least, she thought it was sweet. She certainly hoped it sounded sweet to everyone around her, too.
Lunchtime! One of her favorite times. Time to feed all of her friends.
She sighed as she thought of the lives they lived; together but separate, interdependent but free.
Some friends were big and strong, and some were small and delicate. It didn’t matter to her. They were friends just the same.
She didn’t need to think so. She knew. She needed them and they needed her. Sometimes things really were that black and white.