I've been waiting here for such a long time. I've been waiting for them to come over. I call every day, but no one comes.

I hide from the big ones. They scare me, like the animals. I hide from the animals. They do not understand.

The small ones used to come over more often. They said hello and goodbye. They had hearts and I could hear them beat. Then they didn't come over as often. They said I was scary, so I asked them what wasn't scary. They said their parents weren't scary. I asked what a parent was. They said a lot of things, but I think they were talking about big ones that understood. I was confused. They drew a parent for me.

I looked around for ways to make myself like a parent. I made myself a body with two legs and two arms and a face that looked like the face in the drawing. I found a machine that made words from sound, like the big ones do. I became a parent, and called for them every day.

For a little bit, they came over more often. But then they came over less often. They said they didn't feel safe in the forest. I asked them where they felt safe. They said they felt safe in their house. I said my house was the forest, but they said no, a real house had a roof and tables and chairs. They drew a house for me. It was an arrow pointing home, full of squares with legs and with squares on the walls.

I made a house for them to not be scared anymore. I grew it from the metal ground and filled it with short squares for sitting and long squares for putting flowers on. It went all the way to the treetops and pointed very well.

They came over again, but only once, a long time after. They were surprised to see me. They asked a lot of questions. It was strange that they didn't remember.

The small ones are very strange beings.

They haven't come over since. I must have still been scary, so I worked hard to not be scary anymore. I made myself more bodies and better bodies, with rounder faces and longer arms and legs. I grew the house taller, turned and twisted it to point to more places, and filled it to the brim with squares. I move it every day. I call very loudly so they'll hear me anywhere.

I think the small ones don't come to the forest anymore. The big ones do, though. I hide from them, but sometimes, I take a look, and sometimes, they look just like the small ones that don't come over anymore.