Tookie Seuss
They hated each other. No they didn’t. They just didn’t really like each other. I take that back. They just didn’t get along all that well. Actually, they did, it was just that they didn’t like talking to each other. That much was obvious. They might’ve well been talking gibberish.
“How come you dillydall clouds?”
“The answer is yap suop sap.”
Completely misunderstanding each other.
“Mountains. Very landi lando.”
“Dando dippidee doo.”
Never getting each other.
“The alla iva dappy hoy is half empty. See?”
“Then why does corlious saluler six milleoo? Hmmmmm?”
Always, like that, missing each other. Never on the same page. Always off. Different. Wavelengths. Languages.
Didn’t make sense, really, why they were always around each other. But they were. And they always tried talking to each other. And they continued to never really understand each other. For years. For decades. But they never got it.
So they stopped trying to talk. And then they tried dancing. And it worked. It made sense. It made perfect sense.
i like this. dance when talking doesn’t work