we walk silently across the icy grass , holding hands , and counting the stars . `` you are welcome , '' said the star . it must have come as a very great shock to you . `` how are you going to do it ? '' it had to be one hundred and twenty degrees outside . just a funny feeling that someone would come to help . i flip heads , what do you flip ? it had been turned into a tray . they 'd have everything in common soon if i got my way . 