The Song of the Moohee – Emmett Swan
The vast Ossinian sea, empty and calm, spread out before me in all directions. The cloudless sky was brilliant blue. And alone I rode, on the back of a creature the size of a small house.
But this amazing animal was no mere brute. It was a professional transport, capable of communication. In fact, I had spoken to it, though I was certain my words had offended it. And now it swam stubbornly onward, ignoring my frequent hails.
My original destination had been an island called Lath. But my transport was now taking me elsewhere, though I did not know where, or even why. I was certain, however, that the change of plans was connected to my offending comments.
I should have known better than to speak my mind.