Boots’s feet pattered up by Gregor’s head. She leaned over, looking upside down at him. “Hi, you!” “Hi, you,” said Gregor. “What’s going on, Boots?” “I do toes. Whew! I do bekfast. Two times,” Boots said, holding up four fingers. She squatted down and pressed her nose into his forehead so their eyes were blinking at each other upside down. “I see you,” she said. “I see you, too,” said Gregor. “Bye,” Boots said, and trotted off to the other end of the boat.
