First lullaby to herself
Bouclette was born singing. Her mother said it was a lullaby for herself. She sang "mmmh, mmh, there, there" for two hours. Everyone fell asleep. Except her. She only sleeps on command.
Mixes up cousins and clouds
Bouclette can't tell the difference between a sheep cousin and a cloud. She greets them the same way. The clouds, politely, nod. The cousins sigh. She once invited a cloud over for dinner. The cloud politely declined, but brought rain.
Knows how to knit from herself
Bouclette knits without needles. She pulls a bit of her own wool, knits a scarf, gives it away, and the wool grows back. She has knitted one for the entire village. She says "there there" with every gift. It became a local polite word.
