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“I wonder where this water goes when it leaves the forest?” asked Edwin to his friends Franny Fox and Jrika the wood elf.

“I once followed it to the far side of the meadow when I was a pup, but my mother caught me and gave me a thorough shaking on the way back to the den,” replied Franny.

Jrika said nothing, causing her friends to wonder about her silence. “Do you know where it goes, Jrika?” asked her friends.

“My grandmother told me the water flows to be with the sky guardian, and when the time is right, she sprinkles it back as rain,” said the elf.

Edwin looked at his friend with large eyes and asked, “You mean this water touches the sky spirit.”

“Sound reasonable. It has to go somewhere and come from someplace,” said Franny.

“Wow, I never knew how magical water could be. We should all drink and thank the sky spirit for her gift,” Edwin suggested.

“Agreed,” said the friends drinking their fill.

“Time to head home,” remarked Jrika.

“Yeah, I need to check on the pups,” said Franny.

“I think I will stay for a while and watch the flow and wish it good luck until we meet again,” said Edwin.

Edwin stayed by the stream, wishing good luck to the water late into the night. Edwin was just that sort of moose.