Humans waste words. They toss them like banana peels and leave them to rot. Everyone knows the peels are the best part.

Is there anything sweeter than the touch of another as she pulls a dead bug from your fur?

When I'm drawing a picture, I feel...quiet inside.

I was born in a place humans call central Africa, in a dense rain forest so beautiful, no crayons could ever do it justice.

My life is flashing lights and pointing fingers and uninvited visitors. Inches away, humans flatten their little hands against the wall of glass that separates us.The glass says you are this and we are that and that is how it will always be.

Tobias asked. "Weird? Weird?" Marco crowed. "The talking bird wants to know if getting information on the location of an alien from a whale, that you've just saved from sharks, by turning into dolphins . . . You're suggesting that's weird?

Memories are precious ... they help tell us who we are.