Piccolo hopped out of his nest in the monster's den. The monster picked him up and took him to the edge of the water, where they went fishing. The monster caught two fish and gave the smaller one to Piccolo. Piccolo ate it, and then went to sleep. Later that day, the monster was hanging bright things about the room, and making some food that smelled sweet. In the distance he could hear the girl yelling and slicing at rocks with her blue sword. She was scary. Piccolo hopped down the ramp of the den and out to the bright heat. The bright heat was where the monster put it's food before it ate it. The bright heat was where the monster was now, cooking an awfully large dinner. He hopped up to the monster's shoulder and peered down into the bright heat. Piccolo purred and fell asleep. When he awoke, the girl was with the monster in the den, and Piccolo hopped in.
"Hey there, little fella," she said gently. This wasn't the girl. The girl was mean and angry. He hopped backwards. "You don't need to be scared," she said, picking him up and petting him. She gave him some lettuce, and he decided that maybe she wasn't as bad as he had thought after all. That night, when the sun was gone, the monster and the girl helped Piccolo hang a little sock on the spit above the bright heat. Piccolo slept peacefully that night. In the distance he heard the old man talking to the other porgs. He was glad that even his brothers and sisters had a friend. This was a special night.