Clara often tells me of a grasshopper friend she made last summer.
He sat on her porch railing and let her get her finger right next to it.
She talked to it and he listened, moving his legs in answer.
"Imagine!" she always said, "Making friends with a grasshopper!"
We talked about it every time we walked past her railing together.
That's every Tuesday for a year.
We watched all summer this year, but didn't see too many grasshoppers.
But yesterday, one was sitting right on the porch.
She talked to it and he listened, but she could tell he didn't want her to get too close.
She's pretty sure its not the same one as last year. But maybe a cousin.
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