What? said Blurtso. I can’t hear you over the leaves.
What a relief, thought Ditto. I guess donkeys live forever.
“Smells” – Rain on the wind. Another storm approaching. And something I don’t recognize. Possibly the smell of a deer tick. But I’ve never smelled a deer tick before, so I can’t be sure. I suppose you can’t be sure of what you’re smelling until you are.