In an auditorium somewhere, there were a crowd of people, silently waiting for the show to start. When the curtains came up, a figure could be seen in the shadows. Once the lights came on, it was shown to be Carue, with a fiddle. He squawked once and begun to play. The melody was uplifting and robust. From the background, came dancers in swan costumes and props that fit the ditty to a t. A minute into the performance, members of the Super Spot-Billed Duck Squad came out into a chorus, humming in sync. Carue began to finalize the performance by playing it fast and passionately. When he finished, he held both the bow and the fiddle and stood straight up. Applause filled the cathedral and flowers rained onto the avian fiddler. He and the rest of the cast stood aside one another and took a bow. After the show, Eyelashes came to him and whispered something in Carue's ear (Ducks don't have fucking ears). Upon hearing Eyelashes' message, he got excited and both ran outside. From his helmet, Carue pulled out a microphone. But the upcoming events that take place are for another story.