Remi seizes his chance and flies from the hands of the grey creatures who had been holding him captive because his terrible singing was hurting their large sensitive ears. His worried expression changes to one of wonder as he watches them smiling and dancing on the damp earth. “Maybe they aren’t so scary after all” he mumbled to himself.
With Remi free the Forivorland creatures join in the dancing, even Federico manages a few trots as cold air bellows from his large nostrils. The swifts dart above in the air and below in the darkness, a little multicoloured cluster of bodies lights up the barren landscape.
In all the caffuffle no-one has noticed it has stopped raining.