If there was one thing that helped Kazooie cool off, it was flying. So naturally, that was the first thing she did once out the door. She let the wind push its way under her wings, and then through her feathers, making her shiver and giving her goose bumps. But still, she couldn't fully relax knowing that she was anywhere near Tooty. Banjo had asked her over and over to try to be nicer, but they both knew it definitely wasn't her stronger point. "Stupid kid," she thought. "What dose she know anyway? All she does is play that stupid flute thing and boss me around and sing and skip and whine when she doesn't get her way!" Still grumbling, she landed at the entrance to the Isle O' Hags. Taking a deep breath, she continued her train of thought. "I need to get out of here and cool off," she decided. "Maybe go let off some steam on those stupid goons of Grunty's." She walked through the dark tunnel and into Jinjo village, instantly noticing the crowd of Jinjos gathered around the remains of the Grey Jinjos' house. King Jingaling was standing on one of the larger pieces of the ruins before the group and waving his hands around, obviously trying quite hard to get their attention. "Must be starting a clean-up," she mumbled to herself.

"…and team two, take this half of the house," yelled the King to the restless group of Jinjos. "Alright, let's go!" At that, they separated into their groups and set off to clean. As he turned around to pick up one of the broken windows frames laying on the ground, he noticed Kazooie walking up the path.

But not before the rest of the Jinjos.

"Heyyyyyyy!!" happily exclaimed the crowd of Jinjos as they saw her walking toward them. It had become their way of thanking and saluting their "saviors" for all they had done.

"Alright, guys," called the King, and they returned to their jobs. "Hey there Kazooie!" he called to her. "Wha'cha up to?"

"Out for a walk," she replied, still grumpy. But for the moment, she decided to try to forget about it. The last thing she wanted was other people knowing about her personal problems. She couldn't stand others fawning and cooing over her. "How's the clean-up party coming?"

"Oh, so far so good," he looked through the window at Kazooie, sighed, then set it down. "It's going to take a while, though. We all are rather small… But eventually, we're going to rebuild the house. See, amazingly enough, we found the baby Grey Jinjo out in the woods. We have no idea how it survived, or how it even got there in the first place, but its sure one heck of a miracle. So, we'll rebuild the house. That way, when it gets old enough, it will have a home."

"Oh… how's the little guy?" she asked absently mindlessly.

"Girl, actually. And she's doing just fine. A couple of scrapes and bruises here and there- but she'll be fine."

"Uh huh…" Kazooie trailed off. Thoughts of her own childhood were coming back to her.

Flashback

The sky had seemed to be continually getting darker to the concerned mother bird. All of her children had already flown off to live their own lives- except one. The runt. Looking at her beautiful baby bird who could not seem to learn how to fly, she sighed. It was hopeless. She had tried to teach her over and over again, but she just didn't seem to get the hang of it. The storm was getting worse, and she knew if she didn't leave soon, their nest would be blown away. They were at the highest point she knew of, and once the water started falling, they would have to fly for days to find a higher point. A wave of sadness swept over her as she realized what she had to do.

"But why Ma'?" protested the tiny, fluffy bird. "I'm not hungry. Besides, we should probably leave soon!"

"I-I… I'll have to go once more, okay? Just to be sure we have enough to eat." She managed a weak smile at the tiny bird, who in return smiled back. "Always remember that I love you, no matter what happens."

"Of course I will. I promise," she replied as she hugged her mother. Had she been older, she might have understood why her mother gently shook. "Gee, isn't it cold out?" She asked innocently.

"I shouldn't leave. I can't leave. It wouldn't be right. I don't want to leave her," thought her mother as she held onto daughter. Her heart was beating so heavily that it hurt. Suddenly, she couldn't hold her tears back.

"Gosh ma', you don't gotta' cry." The tiny bird looked up at her, eyes full of genuine confusion. "I'm sure you'll find lots of food."

Kazooie watched her mother fly away, wondering why she was acting so strange. She had never cried over food before. "Don't forget, ma'," she called. "You'd better hurry! I still hafta' learn how to fly so I can catch up with everyone else!"

End flashback

"Umm… Kazooie? Hey! Earth to Kazooie!" The King, a little unnerved by his friend's sudden, odd behavior, had begun waving his hand back and forth in front of her face. The empty look in her eyes worried him, which, despite being a King, was a rare emotion for him. "Kazooie, are you okay?"

"Huh?" mumbled Kazooie, finally snapping out of her daze. Finding his hand too close to her face for her liking, she swatted it away. "I'm fine! I was just… thinking." He simply raised an eyebrow, but decided to change the subject. Questioning her when she didn't want to be questioned was dangerous. He knew her temper was something to avoid at all costs.

"Anyway," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I'd better go see how we're doing with the clean-up. This house won't build itself, you know." He looked back at the pile of rubble and inwardly groaned.

"Well good luck. Maybe that lardy mole will come out and help you." At that, she continued down the path, talking to herself quietly. "Now where to go…"

The King stood watching her walk off, wondering what had got her so upset. If there was one thing that made him wonder, it was why Kazooie acted the way she did. "Banjo sure must have a lot of patience," he chuckled to himself. Now that he stopped to think about it, he didn't know much about her or Banjo. All he knew was that they were a great team that appeared at the right time and at the right place.

"Well, that sure was unlike Kazooie," commented a Jinjo who had overheard their conversation and also watched her walk off. He sniffed and looked up at the king.

"Yeah…" he replied, his eyes still following her. "But you know Kazooie- always changing moods." Yet he couldn't convince himself, and he too couldn't help but wonder what Kazooie had been thinking about.