Approaching the far hill, Jeekt turned and glanced back at the girls, who were hugging each other. More than likely they are weeping, possibly due to being overwhelmed with a feeling they have never experienced in the past -regret. But Jeekt, with his brown fur, waving in the strong wind passing over the hill, was feeling anger and uncertainty for the first time.
After reaching the peak, relief struck our technicolored friend. For the other side of the hill looked no different from that he is used to. In his spell of bliss, he decided to roll down the slope, laughing all the way. Though, he found himself in discomfort when he stopped. He stood up and brushed off. "What.. this grass is brown! Perhaps it is upset.. like what happens to me.." He thought of Cvamfiddy and Yunibnib, but then Slarp seemed more important, so he continued on.
Back at the house, the girls finally stopped crying, and went inside. They had been sitting at the table, discussing what had just happened, and that it wasn't the other's fault. You know, girl-talk. Soon though, they became restless and began debating the idea of whether or not they should go as well. But first, a nice nap and warm meal were required. They would also need to take supplies so they could be of as much help as possible.
Jeekt, now miles from home, thought he was in a completely different world. The ground he walked was hard. There wasn't any sign of grass. Maybe a few weeds, an beer can, and other random debris. It was getting dark, and Jeekt was very tired and dehydrated. He staggered a bit, looked up and smiled, "Come on, Mr. Sun... Just a little longer." With that, he fainted and slept on the land which seemed so desolate.