The Life of the Salamander -- In their own words.
I said to my dad, "I want to go back to the place I was born. Is it time, yet?'
"Yes. It's almost time," He said, "Let's go under that mushroom to hide from the sun. My skin is drying out."
Then he cleared his throat.
"Now that it's almost your third birthday, you're about ready to return to the pool where you were born, to find a mate."
"How will I know when to go?"
"I'm beginning to smell spring's sweetness."
"So it's time?"