“Did you know I’ve been translated into one hundred and seventy languages?” he bragged from his perch on the overhanging branch.
“Well, not just you. There’s the queen and the rabbit and that crazy hat maker and what’s her name …” I wanted to rein in his ego a little, but it was no use.
“People quote me, instantly recognize me – I’m famous! Here’s my best trick. Watch closely!”
With each new word his body became dimmer, his coloring less vibrant.
Finally, there was nothing left of him but that wide-toothed grin, transcending translation.