One eskimO

The little eskimO wondered and wondered, in fact he spent so much time wondering. When he wasn't wondering he was thinking up stories, and singing along with tunes that lived in his head. You see the little 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, past 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 in his beautiful ark that he would figure out how to join the stories with the songs that floated around in his head.