By Kenneth M. Kapp
The inchworm sat on the toadstool and looked out over the assembled crowd from the forest understory. She cleared her throat and the forest became still. “Please contemplate the following question: If dusk fell in the woods and no one was there, would the forest darken?” She sat down and when the silence persisted, crawled into a small hole on the backside of the toadstool. The sun set and the denizens of the forest dispersed while there was still light.