An Artist one day went in search of a guillemot that could talk. She came to a fishing village, and said to the people there:
"I am looking for a guillemot that can talk" and one of the women there said:
"To-morrow I will go with you, and I will be a guide for you, because I know the way."
Next morning when they awoke, those two women set off together. They jumped in a kayak and paddled off around the head. They came to the foot of that bird cliff, and when they arrived at the foot and looked up, it was a mightily big bird cliff.
"Now where is that guillemot, I wonder?" said the artist. She had hardly spoken, when the woman who was her guide said:
"Here, here is the nest of that guillemot bird."
And it came out of the nest that bird, and went to the side of the cliff and stared down at the kayaks, stretching its body to make it very long. And sitting up there, it said quite clearly:
"This, I think must be that artist woman, who has come to hear a guillemot speak"
Story adapted by Anna from an original folk tale by Knud Rasmussen, 1921
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