I thought Jake was joking when he said he wanted to tell stories. I said, our hear-acre already has a storyteller—me. Why not be a water-collector like your dad over there, or a fetch-dog trainer like your sister over there? I’d easily beat him in any story-off; I’ve been doing this almost since before I took root. I’d tell the story of how, long ago, we humans could move freely. We didn’t have to pick a spot by age 2, grow anchor-tendrils from our feet, and stay there forever. Obviously a myth, but an entrancing one. I’m sure to win.