My friend Matthew said his daddy was a mountain.

I think that makes Matthew a billy goat, but his name’s Matthew, not billy, so maybe, like, a Matthew goat, I think.

And he said his mommy was a moon that was real bright and big when she watched his daddy, she glowed like twinkle lights, kinda like Christmas stuff and glitter.  He said he dreamed about all of this one time after his mommy told him how she fell in love with his daddy.  It helps him fall to sleep when he doesn’t wanna.  She tells the story a lot, sometimes to strangers too!

She said this mountain was the biggest thing she ever saw, kinda like an elephant skyscraper, or a redwood forest museum or kinda like my uncle Dan, cause he’s real tall.  The mountain was so big and strong, the rocks were like armor and big ol army tanks!  And she was thinkin’ it was a real special mountain, tough but sweet, like taffy, the pink kind, so she got real bright, cause she was a moon, like Matthew said.

This moon was different cause it sang along to the river on the mountain, cause the river had a song of its own, it was the daddy singing to her, the birds and deer and clouds on the mountain were all part of the song.  Together they were an orchestra, she said it was what love sounded like.  Matthew and I saw an orchestra once on a trip to the city for school, they had guys with big instruments called cellos and guys with sticks that hit BIG drums.  It was louder than thunder.  I want to play drums like that, but dad says my arms aren’t big enough yet.  The orchestra was real neat, but I wanna hear love sometime, I think that might be even louder than the drums!  I sure hope so, I think that’d be neat too!

I wanna climb a mountain and sing to the moon, Matthew says he wants to go too, but his sister can’t go yet, cause she’s too little.