Wheeling Gull Isle pisatuntema

The man greeted him and Mojag grinned, but it did not carry the same happy-go-lucky feeling as normal. It felt almost forced, and perhaps it was. Better to keep up appearances, and to avoid the adults worrying over him.

When Bart mentioned having something to share, Mo was intrigued and couldn't help the tilt of his head. Share? Like what?

Had he brought something back from the mainland? Mojag couldn't see anything, so it must not have been a physical object. Something else then - knowledge? He was curious, but knew to be patient.