you are from another world. Where can that be?" was her welcome query.
Then I pointed my finger in the direcion of our world and remarked:
"If you could travel in that direction on swift wings day and night for a few millions of years, you would still be far, far away from the world where I live."
"And is that world inhabited by sensible creatures?"
"It is."
"But how could you have traversed so great a distance?"
"Never can I explain that mystery to you. Be content that I am here."
"Are you in the image of the other human creatures in that far away world?"
"In general they are all fashioned as I am.
"No one having wings?" she added with surprise.
"Not one."
"How can that be true?"
"Because we were made without them."
"And have you no way of moving through the air at pleasure?"
