Shall we sing? said Pablo. That would be lovely, said Bonny.

What shall we sing? said Pablo. How about this, said Bonny. “Now the first of December was covered with snow, and so was the Turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston, lord the Berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of that frostin’...” sang Bonny as they turned south at Stockbridge and followed the Housatonic to Canaan. “Good night you moonlight ladies,” sang Pablo, “and rock-a-bye sweet Bonny Bray.” You sing very nicely, said Bonny. As do you, said Pablo. “Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose,” sang Bonny and Pablo in harmony, “doo dee doo doo dee doo doo dee dee...” And so they went, singing and traveling, making their way through the valleys, peaks, and pines, to the Great Falls and their eventual destination, The Horse Tale Inn.