Chase walked the bay at night.
He liked evening walks, everything was so quiet and peaceful.
The stars shining in the sky shone brightly, and so did the moon.
He was close to the cliffs when he heard something.
singing. Very beautiful.
He followed him to the source.
The sound took him down the cliff, up there on a stone, someone was sitting.
He looked from between the rocks, it was a mer pup . Different from those he has already seen.
The upper body was Labrador breed and the tail was orange with dark blue lines.
She lifted her head and sang, it was almost mesmerizing.
The Labrador female sang the last verse and dove, they disappear into the water.
Chase went there every night to hear her sing.
He loved her singing, he even began to suspect that he was in love with her, well, the heart has a will of its own.
This evening was different.
She sang slowly, as if she dont was in her rush, when she finished she did not dive in, but continued to sit.
- You can come and sit here if you like. She spoke.
Chase gasped. She know was there.
And he realized something. For the first time he heard a normal sentence from her, not singing.
Even when she wasn't singing, her voice was beautiful.
He came out of hiding and walked over to sit near her.
They were silent for a moment until she looked at him.
He saw that he had beautiful golden eyes.
- I am zuma. She said.
Chase was lost for a moment, lost in her eyes.
- I'm Chase. He said.
- Nice to meet you. Are you coming here for the view too? She said pointing ahead.
Chase looked ahead, the stars and moon reflecting off the water like a mirror. It was beautiful.
- Yes ... But not only that.
- What is the second reason?
Chase began to play with his front paws.
- Your singing.
- Really?
- Yes. I've never heard anything more beautiful in my life.
- Thank you.
They felt the warmth on their paws and looked down. When did they start keep to them? They couldn't tell.
They met each other's eyes and began to bend over.
They started kissing as they did, her tail flashed and it turned into a pair of paws.
The curse has been dealt with.