I am Bog. I live under a tree. I do not know her name, but I call her Willow. I think she’s made out of the same thing as me. That makes me happy.
I like the wood. To me, she is the idea of beauty. To her, I am a welcome friend. I do not know how long I have known her, but I am sure she’s known me longer.
When I woke up for the first time, I awoke under a muchroom (although I did not know what muchrooms were, then). I did not know anything at all, except that muchrooms are kind (and big).
One day I learned about flowers, and their pretty smells. I tried to climb into one, but I fell out. Then I learned about big, big boars and their tusks. Scary! I did not try to climb into the boar.
Life in a world with big things can be dangerous. But when you’re little and wood, most things are just happy to see you (if they see you at all). Lately though, life is lonely.
I had many friends all over the wood, most of them living with me and Willow. But I cannot find them anymore. I don’t see little things like me wandering like they used to. Where could they have gone?
I have looked in many places–in as many places as a little Bog can look. One time I found some sticks that looked like friends, but they were just sticks. There were no friends inside.
I think I am worried, because when I am looking for friends Willow must be lonely. She’s used to having so many of us. Just like I am. I must find more friends for her. But I do not know where to look.
One time, I saw a big strange thing mucking about the wood. It had a bottle full of shiny stuff that drank other shiny things. When it got hungry I felt tired, and the world seemed a little quieter.
Have you ever had a friend you couldn’t find? Hide and seek is fun at first, but sometimes I think my friends don’t know when to take a break. It hasn’t rained in a while and I’m getting tired again.
After a long time away, there’s no place better than my Willow. She misses me, and I misses her. I think it’s time to rest again, just for a little while. Don’t forget me while I’m gone!
‘cause I’ll be back. And when I am, I’m gonna find my friends. And they’ll find me! And together we’ll continue living happily under our Willow tree.