Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan or George Lucas.
Enter Luke, on Almania.
Luke approaches the Cherfer stables, where he meets the Cherfer.
Luke. Hello. I'm going to clean your stables, okay?
Lead Cherfer. Yes. Come inside. We can eat you, tasty Jedi.
Luke. But I'm Vader's son. He created equines.
Lead Cherfer. Yes. Vader can come in, too. We will eat you both, seafood.
All Cherfer. Seafood.
Luke turns toward the river, planning to use it to wash out the Cherfer stables.
Enter Esla, a elder Melodie female.
Esla. Oh, no, you don't.
Luke. Are you a Melodie?
Esla. [rolls her eyes] Of course.
Luke. But you speak Basic. And you're out of the water.
Esla. What, you don't think we can act human if we want to?
Luke. Look, I just came to ask . . .
Esla. I know who you are. And I know what you want. And the answer is no. I'm not going to have my river used again to clean that filthy stable.
Luke. But . . .
Esla. Oh, save it, farmboy. You Jedi always think you're so much more important than some little Melodie, don't you? Well, let me tell you, this Melodie is not going to be pushed around just because your father is Lord Vader. This is freshwater territory, sir. The last guy who asked me this favor . . . Oh, he was way better-looking than you, by the way . . . He convinced me, and that was the worst mistake I've ever made. Do you have any idea what all that Cherfer manure does to my ecosystem? Do I look like a sewage treatment plant to you? My fish will die. I'll never get the muck out of my plants. I'll be sick for years. No thank you!
Luke. My friends are in danger.
Esla. Well, that's too bad. But it's not my problem. And you're not going to ruin my river.
Luke sighs and sits.
Luke. All right. You win.
Esla. [surprised] Really?
Luke. I'm not going to fight you. It's your river.
Esla. [relaxes] Oh. Oh, good. I mean, good thing for you.
Luke. But my friends and I are going to be sold to the Sith if I don't clean those stables by sunset. And I don't know how.
Esla. [smiles] I'll tell you a secret, son of Vader. Scoop up some dirt.
Luke. What?
Esla. You heard me.
Luke crouches down and scoops up some Almanian soil. As he examines the soil, he notices petrified seashells.
Those are shells, petrified seashells. Millions of years ago, even before the time of the Je'daii, when only Abeloth and Cosinga reigned, this land was under the water. It was part of the sea.
Luke. Okay. What good does that do me?
Esla. You're not so different from me, Jedi. Even when I'm out of the water, the water is within me. It is my life source. I hope you find a way to rescue your friends.
Exit Esla.
Luke approaches the Cherfer stables.
Lead Cherfer. Seafood. Come in. We're still hungry.
Luke tosses the seashells at the Cherfer, causing water to materialize and wash over the Cherfer.
Luke. No way.
Using the Force, Luke wills the water to expand, washing over the Cherfer. The equine beasts try to drink the water, but recoil.
Lead Cherfer. [shudders] Salty.
Luke tosses more seashells at the water, causing the water to expand and wash over the Cherfer.
Stop. Meat is good. Sanisteams are bad
As water flows around the Cherfer, it causes the dung to disappear.
Luke. More.
Using the Force, Luke conjures up more water, washing away the Cherfer manure.
Lead Cherfer. Stop, Master Skywalker. Stop, please.
In the end, Luke completely cleans the Cherfer stables.
Luke. Stop. Stop!
Luke wills the water to cease, leaving behind a clean stable.
Lead Cherfer. We won't eat you. Please, Master Skywalker, no more salty sanisteams.
Luke. On one condition. You only eat the food your handlers give you from now on, not sentients. Otherwise, I'll be back with more seashells.
Lead Cherfer. Of course, Master Skywalker. We promise.
Exit Luke.