Stavanger Bay Morgenstern Balding

"Well, not before your eyes. I mean, I do not believe that you have sat by that mushroom, observing it day and night until it finally turns into a stone, have you?" all ideas needed a proof, because without that they were just that. Ideas. Myths. "Or it could as well be that it takes a very special kind of mushroom to turn into a stone. Or - what if they are cursed?" to discover the secret life of mushrooms had never occurred to her before, but seemed a very promising subject to delve into, once Dwin would be old, stiff and cranky, no longer able to run around. 

"No, not like that. Foxes are foxes and coyotes are coyotes. They look a little similar. But these guys - one was very tall, almost naked and looked like a walking skeletong. And its head was so small compared to the rest of the body. And then there was all huge clumsy, bear-like, with round muzzle and ears that did not stand up. And then there was one that looked like a pile of fur and twigs," in regards of the latter she was not sure, if it had been even an alien wolf.