Make Up a Story
Stories from Around the World
Warm Exchanges in a Chilly Clime
There we are, there we are talking to each other - giggling to themselves.
This is Hum and Pun. They are talking about the weather. As they tend to do, they are talking about the external weather and their internal weather. That’s just how they do it. They know there is a resonance there.
When it’s wet out, they know they are somewhat moist internally, so they may feel the need to weep a little, it’s a good thing.
And when it’s hot, they sometimes need to cool down. They are very aware of the differences between them.
They are on Moonlight Terrace. It’s a little private corner, in Antarctica, a sister-terrace.
And in fact they are talking about the full moon eclipse the night before.
Sounds of the waves hitting the shore behind them or in front of them maybe, and they might be hearing occasional calls from other inhabitants of the area.
The little pebbles like to sing. Especially when the gulls are flying overhead, they harmonize.
Hum is a little bit pronated, pigeon toed, no assessment of Pigeons. Pun has a stance with the right leg forward, so they are preparing to do a little salsa, a little dance they learned from a sailor from the southern climes.
Many visitors teach them various dances, different steps and songs. There was a visitor that seemed a little bit like a sailor and taught them the Free-Step.
You seem like a sailor who has traveled to various places and has taught dance. Based on all that you have encountered in all of these different cultures.
Pun and Hum love the Free-Step‚ because it allows for hopping, stretching out on the ground. It allows for reaching to the stars, and to incorporate a little cha-cha-cha, or merengue in the.
You can really have a collaboration across movements. {We all danced together on Zoom in these moments and repeated the movements during the culmination of retelling the story.}
I think it's quite clear to me that they just start laughing and laughing and laughing, and Pun’s silvery chuckle appears. Hum’s raucous guffaw emerges.
They fall to the ground and tickle their little toes together. They might be on their backs at that point, swimming. They love to be beak-to-beak sharing check-in.
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