In the book, hummin bins made castles, and towers up to the sky. They tamed the animals and took care of them. And hummin bins helped each other. They were always good.When I was done, Ma asked, 'Delly, what are hummin bins?' 'They're like people, but better,' I said. Then I told her, 'When I grow up, I'm going to live with the hummin bins,' and she smiled.But Galveston grabbed the book, 'Let me see that,' she said, and started laughing. 'This says human beings. There's no such things as hummin bins.''Ma, is it true?' I asked, and she nodded. 'How come you didn't tell me?' I cried.'I liked the hummin bins better, too,' she said. ...RB's right, Ferris Boyd. You are a hummin bin. Her eyeballs were wet, like they were swimming.It was quiet, then, till RB's soft cloud voice said, You're a hummin bin, too, Delly.
~ Katherine Hannigan
