Story in His Head

When I turned over a large chunk of bark torn from the tree in yesterday’s storm, big, fat pill bugs rolled out from underneath.

“Whoa!” Yali paused to examine them. “That’s the daddy. That’s the brother. And that’s the Yali. Puck and I are BUGS!” He spread his arms wide. Then he contemplated the fate of these bugs further. “They left for food. They’re going to eat pancakes. And they’re also eating to-MAY-toes and to-MAW-toes. And they’re waiting for some coom-cumber.”