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This island almost had a whole lot of nothing to explore that was for sure. Koby could not see any of the previous darkness. Luckily so. Hed avoided thinking about it for the most part. As the snake stopped he heard a blue jay.... he stopped. The snake had heard many a poem from the sparrows to the refinery of eagles. He had told fortunes for matriarchy and heirachy avians. Many of which occasionally turned sour.

He rose, trying to get a better look at the bird. His hood remained flat however as he spoke in soft tones. "My my a beautiful verssse. A true poet among your kind." the cobra wiggled side to side in happiness. Looking around he noticed that it was easy to see the bird on this island. "My name isss koby Im a fortune teller." kony introduced himself hoping it would ease the bird.