the earth has music for those who listen
"You mean like when we tickle Pa's feet while he's sleeping and he gets all red?" Mateo grins - the Star's ticklish feet are a well kept secret from the rest of the world, and it is a miracle that the boy hasn't been accidentally mule kicked by a demigod for his audacity. "Or when the flower lady next door has too many posies that are all brown and dried up, and she swears a lot?"
Drawn back to the matter at hand, to the sieves and the riverbank, Mateo's blue eyes grow big and he nods. "Yes, the rocks!" he gushes, turning as if to walk back to them before remembering the reptilian friends they had made. Humming out loud to match his father's expression, he shifts from foot to foot. "They might like the Celes-team?" he suggests; the gardens would have a lot of trees for them to play in. "But... they already have a home here, don't they Da? We should put them back."
Drawn back to the matter at hand, to the sieves and the riverbank, Mateo's blue eyes grow big and he nods. "Yes, the rocks!" he gushes, turning as if to walk back to them before remembering the reptilian friends they had made. Humming out loud to match his father's expression, he shifts from foot to foot. "They might like the Celes-team?" he suggests; the gardens would have a lot of trees for them to play in. "But... they already have a home here, don't they Da? We should put them back."
