“Here’s a tale of a kindly child who loves making up songs, whispering to the rain, licking sugar off his pinky, and playing word games. He sees and speaks of this world in iridescence. His sidekick is a rather demanding ferret, his favorite color is ‘happy orange,’ he thinks dust motes are sprites, he’ll eat anything so long as it doesn’t have a filling, he adores fauna and people, and he wouldn’t harm a soul. What else about him matters?”
