i want to be very very little. if i was as little as your fingertip, or even better, as little as your pinky’s fingernail, i would take naps on rose colored petals and i would fly on the backs of fuzzy busy bee’s. if it rains, i would seek shelter underneath toadstools. and after the rainstorm is over, i’d sail the mighty muddy puddles on fallen down leaves. when my little tummy would begin to grumble i’d feast on crumbles and if i were to stumble upon a berry i would run to the ant hill, filled with glee, and have a magical feast with my other little fellas