Wapun Meadow Oh, don't yiz hear the old man say?

Ashlar's voice faded as the song did.  He fell into a small, regretful smile as it did.  He loved to sing! He had some trouble at times finding the melody, but his young voice was fine.  To Ashlar, finding the way his voice fit among the melody was a game, and he'd begun to weave a harmony just as the shanty closed.

His smile turned joyous as a second song began, and he again began to sing wordlessly along.  Ashlar searched for her just as she did him, and inevitably they collided in a fateful meeting.  He was dazzled; wherever did she learn such wonderful songs!?

There were obvious stars glistening in his eyes as he stared, watching her belt out her shanty garrulously to the world.  His own song faded as he just tuned in and listened.  Awe shone forth.

Suddenly it was done.  He felt timidity creep up his throat, catching his words and muting them in the face of such a presence.  Umm, A-ashlar, he stumbled, softly.  Then he was unable to help himself.  Wh... what's an elephant?