“On we go,” says the wolf. “From coast to coast,” says the magpie and takes a pebble from the beach in its beak. They climb the cliffs and walk through green pastures along a stream and come upon a wooden gate that is locked with a locking mechanism. The magpie flies over it, but the wolf cannot figure out how to unlock the gate. The magpie thinks it is funny and silently mocks the wolf’s incapacity from a distance. It watches as the wolf struggles with the lock and begins to feel bad about itself for mocking the wolf instead of giving it a hand. It flies to the gate and unlocks the lock with its beak. “Thank you,” says the wolf and is very relieved. Together they continue through the pastures and they see sheep grazing. “Wouldn’t you like to eat the leg of one of those sheep?” says the magpie. “Should we catch one and fill our bellies?” “Are you kidding?” says the wolf. “I’m not going to eat a raw sheep. They have pubs here where they braise the meat to make it succulent and flavor it to perfection.” After another gate they come upon a road and see a white dwelling called The White Lion. They stop to have a pint and order lamb shanks. It is the finest meat they ever tasted in their lives. With their bellies filled they walk through hills and along lakes and come upon a lively village. “Shall we go in and mingle?” says the magpie. “I don’t like crowds,” says the wolf. “Can we just pass through?” They pass through the village and come upon an old church with a small graveyard with slanted gravestones covered with moss. They walk between the gravestones and come upon a poet’s grave. They feel sad about the transience of life and grateful for its beauty. After much walking over moors and meadows they come upon the coast and see a fishing village on the cliffs. They walk through the village and pass two memorials that speak of a terrible tragedy at sea on the one hand and an epic rescue at sea on the other. Ruminating on the tragedy and beauty of life they enter a pub and fill their bellies with pints and fish and chips and take a walk to the beach to stimulate their digestion. The magpie drops its pebble on the waterline and the sun descends orange in the ocean.