Talking to the Water

Young Brooks: Hi, water.
Water: Hello, young Brooks.
Young Brooks: I’m sorry that the fish crap in you.
Water: That’s okay. It doesn’t trouble me that much.
Young Brooks: Does it bother you that the sky reflects on you and steals your identity?
Water: No, I still remember who I am.
Young Brooks: How did that Jesus guy walk on you?
Water: Everyone is special in their own way.
Young Brooks: How am I special?
Water: You don’t get sick when you eat Play-doh.