“Can the world choose something like that?” Frog asked.

“No idea, but I like to think so. Can you imagine if all the plants and waters weren’t connected to some great being?” Answered Bird.

“Plus, it would explain the pond and our dreams,” Added Crocodile.

“Yes, that as well, not to mention our abilities, assuming, of course, that Frog here has started to develop some.” Crocodile grimaced at Bird’s words.

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“I have not tested him yet; he is still quite young, and I will admit I feared he would leave the pond as others have before. I’ve grown sentimental in my old age,” explained Crocodile.

“Well then, I think we know what we need to do on our journey to the island. Both of you climb aboard, and we shall take the skies while the light still holds. Tonight, though, we test.” Bird leaned down, allowing the other two to climb on top of him easily, and then he soared into the winds.