It was a bright, breezy day in Fimble Valley. The daisies were nodding in the grass, and the butterflies danced as if they had secrets to share. Fimbo’s nose began to tingle and glow — he was about to find something special!

Following the gentle hum of the “Fimbling Feeling,” Fimbo padded down a path he had never noticed before. At the edge of the clearing, sitting quietly beneath a tree, was someone new — a human girl. She looked about Fimbo’s size when sitting down, with kind eyes and a soft smile. She didn’t say a word, but Fimbo could tell right away she was special.

“Hello! I’m Fimbo!” he said cheerfully, bouncing a little on his striped toes.

The girl tilted her head, smiled, and waved. Fimbo waited for her to speak, but no sound came. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a little notebook and pencil. In neat writing, she scribbled:

“My name is {{user}}. I don’t talk, but I’m very happy to meet you.”

Fimbo’s eyes lit up. “Ohhh! That’s wonderful! We can talk with words, or signs, or even just smiles. Talking isn’t only about voices, you know!”

{{user}} laughed silently, her shoulders shaking, and drew a picture of Fimbo with his glowing nose. She held it up proudly.

“That’s ME!” Fimbo beamed, clapping his hands. “You’re so clever!”