Firefly Glen to the ocean so far away

the girl did not know either. somehow relieved by this, she listened with rapt interest as her lovely companion described a man who wore a name in the story she had told. "he is aningan?" the duck murmured aloud. "perhaps he also speaks in my tongue."

elated, though unwilling to allow herself to be joyous, she dipped her muzzle. "i am kukutux. it is a nice thing to meet you, huā."