It was quiet. Almost... A little too quite. The black male dragon sat calmly on a branch in a heavily wooded area. His long tail draped down, and his gray eyes shined with interest and curiousity. Below him, the Theapoda known as Rex swished his tail. As the male below's yellow-green eyes searched for prey. Despite their odd friendship, the two males were close.

  "Ray! Come down and heeeeelp!" the oddly small male whined to the dragon above.

     Ray smiled before easily leaping down, landing nimbly. Then, turning to the dinosaur, he tilted his head.

  "Hey, Rex, have you ever noticed how those 'humans' are constantly on their funny little boxes?" he asked.

      The other male thought a moment.

  "Well... I suppose they could be communicating with one another? I guess that would explain why they never seem to look up from those odd objects..." the Thea stated, his gold eyes filled with curiosity.

      The dragon thought for a few moments. Then, slowly, the idea began to make sense. If the humans could simply communicate with one another via their strange little boxes, then why would they need to look up? What if it was easier and faster to type out words than to speak them? What if, maybe, they didn't want to talk to one another face-to-face? Maybe that's how it was... A bunch of people too scared to say the wrong thing and look them in the eyes.

      Maybe that's why he'd noticed more and more the scent of death on the young of the species. Maybe that's why-

  "If that's so, then how does it work?" Rex wondered aloud, tearing Ray from his darkening thoughts.

      The said dragon shook his head before shrugging.

  "They've been putting up more of those odd poll-things. You know, the ones with the wires? Well, maybe they have something to do with the boxes."

      Ray hummed thoughtfully, tapping a clawed finger against his chin lightly. His gray eyes were swimming with all the possibilities. Finally, after a while of thinking, he finally responded.

  "Those... Things... Seem to run on electricity. And we already know that the lines connecting the posts transport electricity. So... Maybe the boxes take the messages and then send them across the wires and lines to wherever they were intended to go. And, since they seem to be faster than speaking, it must happen within the blink of an eye?"

      The oddly-marked Thea furrowed his scaly brows as he concentrated on this new information.

  "Alright... Then, I suppose, the question is why? Is it really better to say something like that? What about when you say something really funny? Wouldn't you want to hear that person laugh; see them smile? Why would you prefer to not see them?"

  "Maybe not everyone they message are someone they know face-to-face?" Ray offered, raising an eyebrow.

       Rex's brows furrowed further.

  "That... Makes sense.... But I still don't understand. If you're talking to a total stranger, how can you be sure what you tell them will stay safe?"

  "I suppose you never truly can tell them anything... But, maybe that's the point? Being able to  meet people who are millions of miles away and have a conversation with them? Maybe even build a relationship? Maybe that's how people can have friends all over the world..." Ray stated, eyes fond.

       Rex nodded, his scaly head shining slightly in the now-dying light of day. As the two continued to converse about the oddities, an electric pulse sends this out to the internet. The writer, swaying and humming to some inaudible music, waits for the person she wrote this for to read and respond.

     And that is the amazing, unique power of the internet, and modern times.