He came to vist on a bright sunny days... with a big smile across his face. He told me his name was "Shadow" and he wants to be my friend.

"My friend?" I asked. Watching him stand awkwardly beside a telephone pole.

Naha, I don't think so... I shook my head.

I told him I have lots of friends, and none of them look like you or talk like you.

...I look for Shadow, peeking out from under my big, yellow umbrella. A puddle circled the telephone pole where he usually stood.

Shadow beeked in sync to every word that he said with his eyes.

Our shapes flickered wildly on the wall...

And you know what?

They all said, "Hello!", and wanted to be my friends.