My bright friend

I like to tunnel to the center of the Earth. I use my hands. I don’t care for shovels. Shovels give me blisters.

My hands are great scoopers. And they’re fast. They move at the same rate as hummingbird wings.

All total, it usually takes me an hour and fifteen minutes to an hour thirty. That includes a five minute rester.

I’m fond of these trips because the center of the Earth is a good friend of mine. We talk for hours on end.

The other night we talked forever about radishes. Neither of us likes them, but we can’t help purchasing them when we go to the grocery store. We can’t get enough of their pinkish glow.