Did you know that I was on stage once? It wasn't for very long, only one day. What a wonderful day though! I was in a small room with balloons and a few tables. No-one sat at the tables though. But children would run in and out. Some were afraid of me, others enjoyed my songs. Music was always coming from somewhere else down a hall. I would always count the children, I’m not sure why.
I was always acutely aware of how many were in the room with me. 2, then 3, then 2, then 3 then 4, then none. They usually played together in groups of 2 or 3. I was covеred in glitter, I smellеd like birthday cake! There were 2, then 3, then 5, then 4. I can do something special, did you know that? I can make ice cream! Although I only did It once. There were 4, then 3, then 2...then 1.

Something happened when there was one. A little girl standing by herself. I was no longer, myself. And I stopped singing. My stomach opened, and there was Ice cream! I couldn't move, at least not until she stepped closer. There was screaming for a moment, but only for a moment! Other children rushed in again, but they couldn't hear here over the sounds of there own excitement. I still hear her sometimes, Why did that happen?