"Bugger hats and ladybugs
The cricket jumps
The grasshopper flies
And hungry birds with beady eyes."

"Whoever you meet, they're going to be food someday. And everything you see, it's going to be food someday. Everybody wants to eat everything else." He told her.
"Do you want to eat me?"
"No, sweetheart, no people want to eat you. But worms, when you're in the ground, they want to eat you. And then birds want to eat the worms. Or maybe you get eaten by dirt that turns to grass that feeds the bugs that feed the birds that feed the kitty cats."
Thinking about one day being food actually made the girl feel happy. Someday good would certainly come from her and she could picture herself as part of a grassy meadow. Whenever she saw the sunset, even at a very young age, she would thank everyone and everything that had died and been eaten to make the scene so beautiful.