Poet Leggy

[anary]

Leggy, "Dear plant, grow up quickly, grow to a tree, and let birds rest nicely."
AnAn, "What are you chanting?"



Leggy, "Come, little birds, you'll rest here and have a great fun."
AnAn, "I'd say it's hardly to be true...."


Leggy, "Oh, my lovely plant, you must grow without hesitate. For the day will come and the birds will be around."
AnAn, "Sounds a very good daydream...."


Leggy, "What do you just say?"
AnAn, "Nothing...."