I kan rite al kindz of wurds...

[May, the Happy Child]

May sits on the floor of the bridge at the foot of her Daddy's chair. The floor is covered with papers bearing scribbles all over them. She puts her little fists on her hips and 'hmph's angrily at the papers before her.

"ABC's are too hard!"

She knows her entire alphabet and writes it well, but spelling words is a difficult feat for her. Her father is busy at the moment, she doesn't know when he left, and the bridge crew has left her alone to do what she will. She's not hurting anything by practicing her writing. She's growing frustrated though.

"Can someone help?"

The crew is too busy to hear.

[Zeke, the Happy Child]

"I can."

Zeke is lying up in the chair, supporting his head in his hands and looking over her shoulder.

"What're you writing?"

[May, the Happy Child]

"I'm...I'm..."

May hasn't thought of what she's writing. She's just writing.

"I'm writin' words!"