The white thing rolled along.
The moon followed behind.
“Wait.”
The white thing didn’t stop.
“Where are you going?”
“Dunno.”
“I just asked you that.”
“Yeah.”
The white thing rolled along.
Down a hill.
A little faster.
The moon sped up too.
The hill ended.
The white thing kept rolling.
Rrr.
Rrr.
Rr.
It stopped.
There was a small step in front of it.
The white thing looked at the step.
A little high.
It didn’t look like it could roll up it.
The moon caught up.
“Wonder what’s past that.”
The white thing kept looking at the step.
Then something came out from underneath.
One.
Then another.
The white thing looked down.
“What are these?”
Feet.
The white thing moved one.
It moved.
It moved the other one.
That one moved too.
The white thing thought for a moment, then put one foot on top of the step.
Then the other.
It was up.
The moon looked up from below.
“What happened?”
“One step.”
“What’s past that?”
The white thing looked at its feet.
“Here.”
The white thing took another step.
Then another.
Every time it walked, there was ground beneath its feet.
The white thing tried walking a little faster.
Then faster.
It ran.
It stopped.
Turned around.
Ran back the way it had just come.
Then went around and around.
The moon said,
“Where are you going?”
“Nowhere.”
It kept going around.
It got a little dizzy.
Stopped.
This time, it jumped.
Hop.
Again.
Hop.
A little harder.
Hop.
The white thing left the ground.
It stayed in the air for a little while.
“Oh.”
It jumped again.
This time, it stayed in the air longer than before.
The white thing kicked its feet around.
It moved forward a little.
“I flew.”
The moon watched.
The white thing came down.
It walked again.
It tried walking backward too.
On the third step, it fell.
It got up and tried again.
It fell again.
The white thing laughed.
It tried standing on one foot.
It wobbled.
With the other foot still raised, it moved forward just a little.
It almost fell, and put both feet down.
There was ground.
The white thing walked again.
There was a stone.
It kicked it.
The stone rolled.
It chased it.
It kicked it again.
It chased it again.
There was a flower along the way.
The white thing stopped.
Looked.
It was red.
The white thing crouched down.
It looked at it for a while.
It didn’t touch it.
Far away, the moon was there.
Without saying anything, the moon watched the white thing.