John Constable The Hay Wain

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," she said, "you're smelling the oil from the seedpod..."
"Seepot," said the creature.
"If you can make the sounds of my language, we might be able to communicate, one day. God knows how. Mary," she said, a fine joke.
"Well, if you can laugh, I don't suppose you'll eat me," Mary said. And from that moment, there was an ease and friendliness between her and them, and she felt nervous no more.
And the group itself relaxed: they had things to do, they weren't roaming at random. Mary pointing to herself again.Nothing. They watched. She did it again: "Mary."The nearest creature touched its own breast with its trunk and spoke. Was it three syllables, or two? The creature spoke again, and this time Mary tried hard to make the same sounds: "Mulefa," she said tentatively.Others repeated, "Mulefa" in her voice, laughing, and even seemed to be teasing the creature who had spoken. "Mulefa!" they said again, as if it were