Cricket Creek Bog so peace be with every place that you had

okay cool, cool, cool, so he wasn’t a complete moron. at least, she might not have thought that he was, because she explained that he was right about soil being dirt. he supposed that it was a fancier sounding word for the same thing. it definitely made weejay seem smarter when she’d said it. aengus wondered if there were other words that meant the same thing but one way of saying it was just a little bit fancier. his mind trailed for a minute before being pulled back by the interesting things that his companion was bringing up.
 
dark ears perked forward at the mention of plants being like wolves. aengus wondered if they had feelings or if they could talk to each other. he thought that might have been a silly thing to ask her, but she was the one saying that they could pick out their favorite dirt. just as he thought to ask, his foot plunged into a hole filled with dark goop and thick water. his face scrunched up and he looked at her before trying to shake it off. “i don’t know any wolves who would prefer to be here,” he remarked with a giggle.
 
they were close to where he had found the crinkle flowers. after doing his best to remove the muck from his paw, aengus lumbered forward and moved around the base of a large tree. on the other side there were only a few patches of fiery orange poppies. aengus turned to look at weejay with a bright smile. then, recalling his previous thoughts, the boy took on a serious expression and leaned in toward his silver companion. “do you think plants can talk to each other?” he whispered in query.