In a week's time there were no more ducks at the pond, except a forlorn Miena. With even beavers disappearing into their lodges for the winter, Dooro was truly alarmed and determined to straighten it out one way or another.
"Miena, when are you leaving? The ducks are all gone and you know it's time."
The duck's quack was something between a plea and resignation. "I'm not going," she said.
Dooro couldn't believe what he was hearing. "But, why not!"
"I just can't." And then more defiantly, "I don't want to and I won't."
To the pragmatic beaver this violated every instinctual rule. Ducks flew south for the winter and there simply was no other option. Dooro was emphatic. "You can't leave? Well, you can't stay. What would you eat? Where will you live? The pond will be frozen soon."
Miena refused to answer. Instead she turned her back on him and flew off to a tree. The worried beaver didn't know what to do. She was his friend, after all.