Bring me in from the rain it said.
So I did, trying not to tear the edges
Or smear the damp excretion along the door frame.
Alright good job, it said, then asking, now can you get me my looking glass ?

So I did, trying not to smear the lense with my greasy digits.

Good job good job, now let's see what's in store

So I set back and waited and when it finally spoke...

There was a change in lighting and the animals moved through the empty space taking with them star dust from long before. They grazed the miles of unspoken land flaking ideas here and there leaving enough thought behind that something new would spring forth at the next change of light, and it wouldn't always look the same. It wouldn't always stay the same. It seemed to changed the longer those animals wandered wondering quietly or insessently to themselves... it seemed to stay right on track.