Inkidu cast his line into the bubbling brook. The birds are singing, "God is happy! The day is good!" Inkindu has caught no fish today. He is unhappy. He looks about the magnificent rocky mountians. The brook sparkles and minnoes swim around his hairy toes. His fishing line is made of string, spun from a lamb. His rod is bamboo. His bait: a snail. "I need a rests." he yawns and sticks his rod between the rocks. Inkidu is a Yeti, a race simular to humans, but not related. He is covered in a thick fur and has no need of garments. "He dreams of catching and pile of bass." snips Trina. Trina is a wood faery. Winkin is an Elemental. Winkin plays her flute and bass leap out of the water beside Inkidu. Trina pouts, "Why did you do that? He's so stupid and his fur stinks." "And act of kindness enriches us all." Winkin replied and kissed Trina's face. Inkidu could smell the fish and his eyes widenned at the sight of a pile of bass. "God has helped me!" he shouted and his voice shook the trees. Trina made an angry face and began to fly up to Inkidu, but Winkin grab her arm. "If the Yeti praises God. Why should we interfere?" Winkin explained to Trina. "Oh! He's just so stupid! We should tell him!" Trina pouted. "For what? We do not need a Yeti lover." Winkin smiled and holding firm to Trina's arm flew back with her to the highlands.