“Am I cute?” the creature asked, its eyeless sockets meeting mine.
In my entire life I have never seen a creature such as this one. It was ashen, wrinkly and not to mention the animal skull it wore. And yet its voice squeaked like a child, so afraid of its outer beauty.
‘Cute wasn’t the word the came to mind.’ I thought to myself as the little creature took a seat on a stone next to me.
It hummed little stubby legs swinging as it awaited my answer. I sighed and pulled my knees to my chest, I didn’t to upset it. There had to be a way to change the subject. With a sideways glance I noticed a tree beginning to turn for autumn.
“You know one leaf does not make a tree, therefore my opinion will not be like someone else’s.”
Its skull head turned up to look at me a slight vibration radiating off it, “But I am cute right?”