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Aningan was quiet as he listened to her list off what she enjoyed; a few stood out more so than the others, with fishing grabbing his attention fully. Wagging his tail, he said, “I like fishing, too.” And he happened to think he was pretty good at it—although, he would admit that no amount of practise would ever be too much. “Maybe we can fish together sometime,” he offered, smiling all the while. Even if she felt it too cold today, he would leave the offer standing for another, warmer day.

“What’s sunbathing?” were the next words to leave his mouth, his curiosity obvious. Separately, Aningan understood the meaning of the two words—but the combination of them stumped him. How could someone bathe in something that they could not reach?