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PROLOGUE
The Locusts on Migration
Migration: Page Two
Migration: Page Three
Migration: Page Four
The Poet's Introduction
Intro: Page Two
Intro: Page Three
Intro: Page Four
Intro: Page Five
Intro: Page Six
Intro: Page Seven
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Intro: Page Nine
Intro: Page Ten
Intro: Page Eleven
Intro: Page Twelve
Intro: Page Thirteen
The Bison's Tale
Bison: Page Two
Bison: Page Three
Bison: Page Four
The Serpent's Tale
Serpent: Page Two
Serpent: Page Three
Serpent: Page Four
Serpent: Page Five
The Salmon's Tale
Salmon: Page Two
Salmon: Page Three
A Whale of a Tale
Whale: Page Two
Whale: Page Three
Whale: Page Four
Whale: Page Five
Whale: Page Six
Whale: Page Seven
Whale: Page Eight
Whale: Page Nine
The Hummingbird's Tale
Hummingbird: Page Two
Hummingbird: Page Three
Hummingbird: Page Four
Hummingbird: Page Five
Hummingbird: Page Six
The Tern's Tale
Tern: Page Two
Tern: Page Three
Tern: Page Four
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The Cricketary Tales of Jeffrey Jawser

There was a true fish among our crew:
A gypsy, a hadji, a wandering Jew -
A beachcomber, gadabout, but no fool,
For she had once enrolled in a great school,
Where in her spare time she played backgammon
And some chess. She was a Chinook salmon.

Chinook Salmon

Such a sharp, quick, sparkling student was she
That from school she earned an advanced degree
In navigation. She probed currents swift
And searched the stars. She had an eerie gift
Of memory. She could recall the place, the very spot
Where she was born. No, she had not forgot
Though years had passed and she was far at sea
Her brook of birth: She kept it lovingly.
So she studied the sun's polarized light,
And how to guide herself by it; at night,
She'd use her nose. For her river of birth,
She was taught in school, was unique on earth.
Each whiff, speck, snip, spot, or iota
Each whit, trace, touch, tinge, or scintilla
Of odor from her stream she'd know at once.
For she would not leave that school a dunce.
And so, soon upon her graduation
She left with her peers on a migration.
They charted a course 'cross a stretch of sea,
Sniffing each streamlet and tributary
Up and down the coast. Many miles did they roam:
"LETS GO ON. THIS ONE DOES NOT SMELL LIKE HOME!"

Drawing by Jurgen Ritter