STAR BORN by Stephen Sonneveld.pdf
STAR BORN: Part Two – Runaways
These were like no trees on Urth, but father still called them trees. There were so many,
in fact, he called them the woods. Father was overjoyed to the point that he transformed
the rover one last time. Our sailing days were done.
Father admired my sister’s skepticism about this planet, but was able to stave her
concerns with fact: when trees breathe, we breathe. Where trees drink, we will drink.