I spent a time in a land called 'Europe'. I forget the year, but I greatly enjoyed the music. So many languages! There was France, Spain, Germany I think, and a little bit of Italy. That was where people had told me to go, anyway. It was hard to hide the horns, for sure, but oh... I miss it!

[She began to strum and wondered if she could recall the cadence. Her tail tapped a rhythm against the chair. Her French was definitely that of someone who didn't know the language, but she knew the pronunciation from repetition.]

Now, I wish I knew what it meant, but you have such wonderful music, and such lovely neighbors!