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"Okay," Wraen did not oppose the suggestion of resting. Though not pregnant, she too was tired from the journey and was glad to settle right next to her friend and offer "pillow services", if such were required. When asked to tell a story, while Towhee's eyes were closed, she chuckled about the joke of it all, but did not respond right away. "You know what - with you being deaf and those kids inside you being pretty sound-proof, I may as well sing,"she told with a sly grin. "I have the worst singing voice across seven kingdoms and you just may be my perfect and only audience." Besides she did not know any songs, but why shouldn't she improvise? Poetry making with Maia had been silly and fun. 

"Let me think... hmmm.... okay, I think, I've got it!" she winked at her and cleared her throat, though she might as well not have done that. It wouldn't make a difference. 

"There once was a Towhee and she had three sons:

One - handsome and freaky,

One - decent and squeaky,

And final's only merrit was a pair of good buns.

And here we could bring the story to an end,

But - hey, there's more that I could tell. 

There once was a Towhee and she had three girls:

One - clever and smart,  

One - dainty and haggard.

And final's only merrit was a pair of two curls.

And here we could bring the story to an end,

But - hey, there's more that I could tell.

There once was a Towhee and she had three sisters:

One - honest and sharp,

One - shiny as a carp,

And final's only merrit was a twisted toe and a blister.

And here we could bring the story to an end,

But - hey, there's more that I could tell.

There once was a Towhee and she had three brothers: 

One - scrappy, but tall,

One - sloppy and small,

And final's only merrit was that none wished him to smother. 

And here we could bring the story to an end,

But - hey, there's more that I could tell. 

There once was a Towhee and she had three aunts:

One - lazy and fat,

One - sly as a cat,

And final's only merrit? She was scary and gaunt.

And here we could bring the story to an end,

But - hey, there's more that I could tell. 

There once was a Towhee and she had three uncles: 

One - tiny and flimsy,

One - angry and whimsy,

And final's only merrit - he looked like a crunkle.

And here we could bring the story to an end,

But.. maybe there's more that I could tell.

There once was a Towhee and she had three husbands:

One - brave and brawny,

One - frail and scrawny,

And final's only merrit - he was better than thousands.

And here we finally bring the story to an end,

'cause I have been lying and there's no more I am gonna spill."

And this patched up poem with no particular meaning and off-rhythm was sung in the very off-note, creaky voice of Wraen's. Once she had finished, she looked over at Towhee, who was either sleeping or not (some horrible voices can even make deaf people cringe in orror), and decided to add a final verse: 

"But regradless of, what I told you, 

There's only one thing that you should know: 

Towhee is awesome

And downright amazing."