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With each twist and turn of the tale, Keshi's body shifted also. Mojag was enthralled when she reached the arrival of the serpent, and by the time the hero of the story fought with it, he was eager to know the ending; moving almost with Keshi from time to time, as she first jolted back and then made to lunge, and he swayed with the motions.

The tale was a curious one. He had never heard one like it, even among his travels, and was overjoyed to have been given this opportunity. At the finale, Mojag applauded with a slap of his forepaw against the bear pelt, beaming, wanting to laugh and to holler with triumph, but he knew that would only disturb the peace.

Wonderful! A tale I have never heard before, and told so well! I am thankful to have heard it. As he said this, Mojag moved to press the elderberries close to Keshi, and then turned to pluck a lavender flower from somewhere behind his set-up, adding it with a slight flourish and a bow of his head.

It has a very good lesson within it. Often the best stories do.