“I’m alive, I’m alive!” cried Squishy, the frog from the pond next to little Aster and Jumpy.
“How very splendid,” remarked Jumpy, rubbing his grasshopper arms in visible delight. “Did you just find that out?”
Squishy looked a little confused, but gathered his wits and replied, “Oh no, I knew that I live, of course. It is a different matter to be alive, you see.”
It was Aster’s turn to look confused. “Is there a difference?” she asked.
“Oh, little Aster. Naturally! When you live, you breathe and you jump from things to things and into them, too.”
“You also do that when you’re alive,” said Aster, now slightly cross as well.
“But when you are alive, you jump from things to things and into them with a smile!”
“Is there another way to do it?” asked Aster, who didn’t know any other way.
“Yes, there is. You un-smile.”
“What’s an un-smile?”
“An un-smile is when you wait for the smile to come and forget that all you need to do is to push your lips up!”
“Oh, it must be terrible to un-smile! To forget how to smile!” little Aster exclaimed.
“Indeed, indeed,” said Jumpy thoughtfully.