"Hello Seattle, I am the crescent moon Shining down on your face" - Hello Seattle ~ starfish I sat on the branch, the sun beating down. The tree concealed some of the light, but not all. I wanted to do something, stop moping in a tree. But they might come back. ...and I can't risk getting caught. Bored—and scared—out of my mind, I remained there. I'd always been a stargazer, and I'd always been unhappy. But nothing could compare to my unhappiness now. ...until she came. ~ She came walking past the tree. I pressed into the trunk, trying to keep myself hidden. One of them? No, it hadn't been one of them. "No?"