Our journey progressed very slowly, because Danny wanted to stop and look at everything. Absolutely everything. If I didn’t love him so much, I would have already told him—several times—that not every plant or rock or bug warranted a thorough inspection and ten questions. Is it poisonous? What are those spikes for? Will it bite me? Why does it look like a dick? I hadn’t thought it was possible for a being my age to learn new skills, but Danny was certainly teaching me how to be more patient.
