Schwurbel never encountered creatures like the Drops before. Neither had the Drops seen anything like a Schwurbel in their time. Albeit his mothers saying ‘Curiosity killed the Snarf.’ (Snarf being for Schwurbels what Cats are for us. Without the fur, though. And with an angry snarl instead of a purr.) the Schwurbel swooshed closer to meet these strange beings. Little did he knew this would be the beginning of an amazing friendship.
Of course their kind were not called Drops and Schwurbel. These are the names I gave them. Because their real names in their native language are too hard to pronounce for our tongues. Actually, neither Drops nor Schwurbel have tongues.