Saying Goodbye

Nervous. Strange.

Jumping not as easy today. Feeling...odd. Scared. Like no more beetles or grasses in the world. Like Nest is all mushed up. Missing.

Something is not right.

Him. There.

Not moving. Smell strange. Cold.

He is not jumping anymore. He lays in grass. No more seeds for him.

Must stay away. Not right. Stay back.

Still, his smell. Familiar...

Brother?



(Interpreter's Note: Rest in peace, my friend.)