I begin to like the idea that language emerges in creatures through their emotions. The fortunate Oak Tree says hardly a word. Ducks can quack out their irritation, of course. And I am pretty certain that Egg Plants are mostly sullen.
My own species is well supplied by emotions, and consequently we are the
Olympiads of natter, much of our time spent voicing emotions., if not out loud
then as a sort of background grumble.