“Huh.” she said, breaking the peaceful quiet the couple had
been sharing.
“What?”
“Well… You know how there’s that rhyme about magpies?”
“...
Which one?”
“You know, one for sorrow, two for joy, so on and so forth.”
“Yeah…?”
“Well, I wonder if there’s one for other birds.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Ah, shame. There’s a bunch of swans over there, thought
maybe it was a good thing.”
“Well, if you want to say that…
Seven Swans means something, go right ahead.”
“OK, I will. Seeing Seven Swans means…
That the woman can propose.”
He froze, and then slowly smiled.
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