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The human's "Sure," was not as enthusiastic, but no
less sincere than Tasslehoff's.
Winnie shook his massive head, his trunk swinging
wildly. "It's not just the water, Tasslehoff." The mam-
moth paused as if thinking, then blew a big sigh. "For
years -- ever since I was captured -- I've thought about
where I came from. The gnomes said they found me
abandoned, and I believe them. But I had to have parents
sometime, didn't?"
"But how will you know where to look?" asked
Woodrow.
"I have one clue," said Winnie, taking a drink of water
off the side of the dock. "Bozdil told me that they found
me south of someplace called Zeriak."
"South of Zeriak... that's Icewall," Tasslehoff mut-
tered to himself, tapping his chin. "I think I can help
you." The kender took out his roll of maps and found one
that satisfied him. "Yes, here it is, a map of the South."
Tasslehoff rolled it back up and slipped it into the tight
curl in the end of Winnie's trunk. "A farewell present,"
the kender said, swallowing a sniffle. He hugged the
mammoth's trunk and stepped away, his eyes welling.
"I have no gift for you except my gratitude, friend,"
Woodrow said, reaching out to pat the hairy pachy-
derm. "Good-bye, and good luck."
"I'm the one who must thank you," corrected the mam-
moth. "But if I don't go right this minute, I lose my
courage. Thank you, and so long!" Winnie the woolly
mammoth called with a wave of his trunk as he left the
dock and disappeared into the bustling city streets. Bit-
ing his lip, Tasslehoff stood and waved long after the
mammoth had disappeared
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