What is a question?

Last Saturday, after breakfast, I was wondering, out loud, in my room, about stuff. Like, why do dogs get to play all day and why can’t broccoli taste like candy?  Then, in the middle of all that wondering, I wondered, what is a question? I was thinking long and hard about that when all of a sudden, I heard someone or something talking. Who or what was that? Where was this voice coming from? The more I talked, the more it talked, and boy, it sure had a lot to say!  If you can guess who or what it is, don’t tell anybody. Let them come inside this book and read for themselves. I think it’s pretty funny! I hope you do, too! Signing off for now, ME (Maximus Everly)