The dragonfly says: So this is a nose.
The fly at the window says to the sky: Let me in.
The moth to the porch moon: Why are you being so difficult? Is this love? Really?
The butterfly: I think I’m going to be sick.
The turtle crossing the road: They’ll wait.
The sun to the moon: What kept you?
The moon at 9:30am: No. Over here.
The mother to her child: Do you want the truth, or do you want me to make something up?
The child to his mother: Make something up.