Part II

Deliriously deposited in Windurst Woods, Bolotto-Totto wanders wearily. He wonders about the town's choice of mistletoe-y music and the decorations that deliciously resemble Christmas cookies. Had someone cast Haste on the whole of the world?

"But-" Bolotto-Totto begins to think as he bumbles through the Bomingo Round. But, indeed! Alas, he's again interrupted by a familiarly sweet high-pitched sound.

"Tarutaru, Gather Together!" comes the sugary squeak. "'Tis the Season! Clap your candy-filled hands together as the prelude to Christmas preparations begins! Watch in wonder as you seeky the spirit of the season! Tarutaru, roll in!"

Tiny taru, dearly dressed in decorative red and green garb, gather together in the center of the Bomingo Round. Each is cautiously carrying a lettered card to play their part in the pageant. Cutely confused, the taru toddlers arrange themselves so their signs say: K E A T S.

"Ah," a wise white mage whispers to Bolotto-Totto: "'Beauty is food, food beauty', - that is all ye know in Windurst, and all ye need to know.'"

"No!" the shrill shriek shouts, and Kukiki quickly curtseys her way over to correct the holiday display. She rearranges the wrong-way tarus, whose signs now read:

S T E A K.

Battle music begins and Bolotto-Totto belligerently throws his pocketed popotoes and pies taru-ward. He hits his marks and they're masked in smoldering smoke until they're replaced by a thick cut of uncooked steak. The steaks dance, do a jig, take steps, samba and waltz their way around the Bomingo Round.

And our hungry hero, Bolotto-Totto, promptly wakes with mouth-watering wonder. His head is no longer hazed, his judgments no longer phased. He is one tarutaru on a meaty mission.

"It's steak!"

Relishing in his revelation, Bolotto-Totto runs from his mog house, meeting Awesomefish, a fellow tarutaru, head-first.

"It's steak! It's steak!"

"Wh-what?" Awesomefish ponders if he should procure new ingredients for his profession. "You mean to say it's not hume?"

"Help me out, taru to taru! I must eat, and I must eat meat!"

"Oh-oh. Oh. Oh, of course." Awesomefish coughs. "But st-steak? Why do you want such a meticulous meat? Tiny taru teeth cannot take such a treat! Here, have a popoto…"

Bolotto-Totto swipes the unsightly treat away. "Blast the world of popotoes and pies!"

"I pr-promise you, this one is dastardly different, and oh-so delicious!"

"Popotoes and pies, they're all the same. Let's not pretend; I won't play this game! Awesomefish, your skill at cooking, whether cookies or candy or boiled cockatrice, has reached its peak. Will you cook me my meat?"

Awesomefish sighs. "V-very well then. But before I go beyond the basics of baking, tell me you will go speak with the Existential Bovine. You won't find her in Windurst, or in a mine. No, for she is a buffalo, and rather strange. To find her, you must make haste to Uleguerand Range."

"Then to the range I will go, to consult this conscious cow." Bolotto-Totto backs up into his mog house and changes his job to White Mage.

"Teleport-Vahzl!" he voices victoriously as he vanishes.