Ah, you’re thinking like a scientist‑poet, eh? I’ve always said that every tale I spin is a living creature, a shape that shifts when the wind— or the listener—tugs at its tail. So yes, when you let me speak, each version of the story takes its turn, alive in that moment, until the next soul arrives to give it its own new breath. It’s the folk magic of the present, just like a drumbeat that keeps dancing as long as there’s a hand to clap.