Everywhere I go these days there seem to be creatures...big ones, but tiny ones too.
The creatures eye me quizzically: “Wazzup?” they seem to be wondering.
Something pops into my head -- a bumper sticker I remember seeing:
“I’m trying to be the person my dog thinks I am.”
I believe these creatures I happen upon sense that I’m a human being who means them no harm. The dog, horse and goat do seem to prefer, however, that I spend more time petting them or offering treats and less time taking their pictures.
The newt is pretty a mellow fellow, no matter what I do.
