One day, Motothing traveled to a place where the silence was so cold that even words would rather wear a scarf.
And suddenly, it saw ice.
“This is mine!” it shouted and wrapped its arms around it.
But the tighter it held the ice,
the more it melted between its fingers.
Drip… drip… drip…
Motothing grew frightened and squeezed even harder. And the ice melted faster still.
Crumbelina stood nearby, calm, and said:
“Some places cannot be owned.
Only visited. And respected.”
Motothing took a deep breath and slowly loosened its grip.
And then something strange happened: the ice stopped flowing away.
And Motothing understood that the Earth is not property.