Hemi: "Hey, Rhythm. What's the big deal with the steps? I am 1/3 of your size, many multiples of your age (a girl NEVER discloses her true age), and yet I sail up and down the steps like poetry in motion. Granted, my intellect is far higher, but what's the deal? You do not need to be smart to climb steps. JUST DO IT!!"
Mr. Squeaky: "Hey, Rhythm, come down here and play with me! Come sink your braced teeth into my fin, flipper, wing - who knows what it is? Gaze into my purple eyes up close. Kiss my beak. I love you!"
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