The burly beaver fluffed into his luxurious mustache and rolled his silken black eyes, "Pfuphing humans!"
"Fluffing humans?" inquired Bjorn, confused.
Pfuphing means copying, that is how we learned to speak and we are mending this dam because you and the pelicans broke it up when you had your fight.
Though Bjorn felt sorry and volunteered his help, he nevertheless wondered if he may have been able to communicate with the pelicans.
Perry; flustered and melancholy, sought refuge in Tibet.
Where, sitting on the rooftop of the world he found himself and knew what he had to do.
So, after tearful farewells and donning his saffron robe, he made the precipitous descent to the nearby village.
Luckily he survived with a few sprains and bruises and managed to stumble into a nearby village which had escaped damage from the avalanche.
It is there, that upon being welcomed into a local family, that he met Nima...a beautiful Tibetan girl.
Nima was a rarity, in that she had eyes the colour of the firmament on a crisp Spring day.
Her skin was the color of gold , and her hair flowed on endlessly down her back.
Her loveliness was legendary.
And so were her gracefulness, kindness, and generosity.
There was, however, one thing.
She insisted that if she left Tibet her family would have to come with her.
There was only one thing to do!