Little Zō had followed Mama and Papa Zō all his life, and he had places he liked to visit. Walking through one of his favorite spots in the bamboo, everything seemed different. He heard the chi-chi-chi chattering of things around him and noticed the sunlight swimming through the stalks. The colors were everywhere, twisting around the bamboo, chasing after the waves of sun. He spent a great while looking at the colors up close, because each one was different. One had curly hair, another was really tiny. One sprouted two heads and another he thought was sleeping because it hadn’t opened its eye yet. One smelled like fresh fruits, another like the rain. Pointing with his nose, he spoke softly to each one as he tried to choose a favorite.