Mangay, hearing the distant cries, sprinted to the shore, his tube clutched tightly. He lifted it high, and a deep, resonant chord filled the night. The sound vibrated through the ice, through the earth, and into the very heart of the fjord.
One evening, as the sun melted into the sea, Mangay felt a familiar vibration in his tube. It was softer now, a faint whisper like a lullaby his mother once sang. oldmangaytube