Oh, I have just read simply the best short story. It's short - the sort of thing I think of as 'Sandwich Fiction': sandwiched between prose and poetry, and you can read it with a sandwich in hand. It's a story for all those who love the P-Book - the physical book - and fear its demise. Here's how the story begins:
Books in the Trees
by Tim Jones
As soon as I understood what a book was, I resolved to become a bookkeeper. To the dismay of my parents, I was forever climbing trees in hopes of catching an unwary volume. Of course, I never did; they were far above me, flapping unmolested from branch to branch.
My proudest achievement was to bear back to earth a whole egg, but my pride turned to dismay when my mother scolded me and insisted that I put it back in the nest immediately. "That might be another Calvino or Bulgakov!" she told me.