Deliliah the cricket hopped over to a field mouse collecting sticks. She perched on top of a rock and observed the mouse.
"What a creative mind you have mouse."
Said she as the mouse put them in order all around a small hole in the ground.
"My name is Stephan and I am merely collecting sticks."
Deliliah did not reply. She turned over what the mouse Stephan said to her and made herself more comfortable on the rock.
"Well I, (she chirped her throat in a small note of ahem) pardon me, rather. I guessed you were covering that hole for protection." She blinked her eyes and waited for Stephan to reply.
"So it is."
And in regarding her, continued, "I assumed you were aware of the goal, it is after all a common technique for when the North comes down."
"Right, and I wasn't aware."
"Well then." Stephan concluded and promptly returned to the sticks.
"Still though, did you learn that from the other creatures?" she asked.
Stephan. "Actually no. This instinct for survival is stock."
"Right, well you are the first mouse I have ever observed at it, and you get the credit."
"Do you need any help?" said Deliliah
"Actually, if you don't mind. It would save me a bit of time."
"Time? What would you do with that." Deliliah had plenty of time to herself actually, and quite a short lifespan.
"Oh I often thought about what I would do." He looked up into her eyes, and there was nothing left to say.