it was dragging a small book , or at least what would be a small book to a human ; it was about half the size of a rat . my dad 's cook was forever running me out of her kitchen . '' he makes a small mark with the pen , then slowly leans over me . it 's so loud because it 's keeping the forest and the animals and the whole city alive . ' i wiped the tears away with some tissues on the bed-side table . he dropped the pen and straightened toward me . 