"No, no, you can't tell a story about a school," protested the whale. "You already laid your eggs, honey. How
many tales do you have? We all have one tale, why should you have two? Mr. Moose, what do you say about Mrs. Salmon here?"
"You are right, whale; don't be blue. Do you want to spout your story? Yes, you may." The moose was exercising
"Sorry, salmon... But don't you worry. Your tale is excellent, short as it is - every
bit as good as the bison's or serpent's. Look how everyone loves your story."