Just as the two of them were standing on the cliff's edge, completely out of ideas, Flora Bloom was utterly flabbergasted by the conversation her little pets were having through their mental link.
'What eggs? Who told them I like eggs?'
She listened speechlessly to the conversation between Monkey Two, Monkey Three, the golden cicada, and Rita. Thinking of these three creatures who had a peculiar fondness for eggs, she recalled the several egg-related incidents that had given her a massive headache.
The last time, it was the Behemoth's eggs, which had nearly gotten her trampled to death by the Behemoth itself!
Hearing the two monkeys once again egging on their new companion to steal eggs, the Behemoth, who was in the Spirit River, rose to its full, massive height and roared in the monkeys' direction.
"Hey, hey, hey, Rita, don't do anything reckless! Just grab some other treasures. Whatever you do, don't bring back any more eggs!"
