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Ice goes long every way. No trees grow on it, only puddles and bubbles make freckles underneath. Wind carries strange scents and a bird is in the sky. Ana say birds do not live on ice, so Bluefish knows to follow. It lands somewhere near—
Tata!
Tata!
She knows it is Tata because how he walks, with high head and big chest out! Flat-footed and scuttling, she trips only once on slippy part! The ice bumps her chin but she is up and again, running very fast! Nothing comes out of her mouth that’s full puffs of happy tongue.
At last, Bluefish slip between long front legs of her Tata, where ear smush into warm fur and she cuddles elatedly into his heel.