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After days of non-stop singing and violin-playing, The Neck started to grow tired and impatient. He was furious to see that even more people seemed to have appeared at the wreckage, disproving his earlier theory. He was even more furious to take note of his own stupidity. Who on Kothar could ever notice a singing beauty on the treetops, if people are walking below him? He sighed and continued to observe the situation over by the wreckage. If only he could fly and snatch that small female he spotted aside the creatures. Though the girl might be a nice person, nice enough to tolerate his true appeareance perhaps, his hunger was getting ahead of his logic.

Seeing some clouds up ahead, he might have a chance of reaching the desert comfortably wet and not burning alive. He continued to wait for his chance to get a decent meal.