It was a beautiful, sunny day in the neighborhood. Beetles crawled around in the grass, birds chirped and sang, and Wally seemed to stand in the middle of it. The spiraling center of a whole bustling world, filled with the smallest and biggest things, and just about everything in-between.
The little puppet couldn't help a smile as he observed all the nature around him. Leaning down, Wally cupped his hands and ever so gently seemed to cradle a small creature in his own soft palms. His head titled, observing the darkly-colored creature skittering around in his hands and in-between his fingers.
"I wonder what you are.." He pondered, seemingly talking to the bug. "Do you have a name?" The bug didn't- or rather couldn't answer his question, but Wally didn't seem very affected either way.
Wally couldn't quite recall ever seeing a bug like this before. Not quite a beetle, but shining with many, many delicate legs. He smiled at the feeling, it almost tickled, but it wasn't quite tickling... He hummed, not quite sure what word to use in describing the feeling.
Frank was the resident bug expert, though Wally was a bit dissapointed to remember that his neighbor was busy. Something about organizing his closet by color... Or was it by style? Regardless, disturbing Frank seemed out of the question.
Then another idea sparked in his little cotton-filled brain. Barnaby must know something, wouldn't he? Wally regarded him as just about the smartest person he knew, or at the very least, the one always willing to teach him something new. Even if he didn't know, it was a good excuse to say a hello for the afternoon.
"You're going to love my friend Barnaby." Wally cooed softly to the wriggling bug. Twisting his hand to cup the squirming bug within his hands once more. And with that, the little puppet began his short trot to his best friend's house.
"Barnaby," Wally called, not particularly loudly. "do you know what this is?"
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