the little eskimO wondered and wondered, in fact he spend most of the time wondering. when he wasn’t wondering he was playing with stories, and singing along to all the wonderful tunes that lived in his head. You see the eskimO loved nothing more than just to sing. now, every night shortly after the moon came out and gazed down he would collect his stories and songs and walk away from the village, pass the lake and towards the large snow hills. on arriving he would clamber onto his ark, and smile. home, the ark was the only place the little eskimO felt comfort and belonging. It was here sitting his beautiful ark that he would figure out how to join the stories with the songs that floated around in his head

through the still of the night the sounds would wander through across the lake, into the quite corners of the land. enchanted by the beautiful sound, three very curious animals decided to be brave and follow the noises. first to head towards where the sounds came from was a giraffe. the Giraffe, whose favourite thing in the whole world was to bang on stuff. so, not surprisingly that’s what he did, mostly from the moment he opened his eyes to the moment before he drifted away to sleep. the eskimO smiled at the giraffe as he joined in and added rhythm to the songs