Coconut Grove i like driving backwards in the fog

the salt that stung his nose covered the coywolf's scent, but the wind carried her lilting voice with ironbound clarity. the dredge immediately halted, cupping his crumbly ears forward in delight. a sea-lass, a water-maiden! she was a far cry from food, but she was company and she was female-- already murgash could feel his heart stir excitedly, among other things.

her voice was sweeter than any honey he had ever raided, and he was not disappointed when he at last laid eyes on her flitting frame. with a lick of his drool-ridden jowls the ramshackle wolf made to move towards her, his voice callous and rough as he made up his own words to sing along:

"oeey seleel vaas huchtuuunng
an glubbabubang whootaag forg
wubliing cha es vaah ermooont~"  he halted, a cheeky grin gracing his repulsive visage. "oye! whut's det thing ye singin' in, ye beauty?"