Stavanger Bay If it wiggles and it jiggles and it says boo

Thistle Cloud tilted her head and listened to the story. The young ones were all nestled softly asleep and content. She would not move them perhaps, let them lay there if the adults would allow. She smiled and gave Onyx thanks with a dip of her muzzle. She did not wish to wake the children, but rather allow them to sleep.