The island was swathed in silent voices.
The native animals were communicating in their counsel, what should they do?
The island's main line of defense had obviously not attacked the intruders on the dinghy, meaning that they were friendly.
The problem was, this had never happened before, so nobody knew how to take it.
The bird that Rebbo saw was none other then the equivalent of a governor of paraclan, Rebbo saw her when she had been talking to one of her friends, a mole type creature that was also native to this island. The moliys (what the mole things were called) were peaceful, and didn't dig holes everywhere aboveground, mainly because they were thinking up better inventions. The moliys were the inventor clan. Their leader, a young ambitious fellow, never doing what he was told, was looking at the human, wondering why he looked so funny.
There was a large argument going on in the meeting.
"Kick them out!" yelled half of the group.
"Lets examine them more!" yelled the other half.
The leader of the island, which this year happened to be an energetic dark green sloth, quickly counted and stated that out of the thirty-five clans in the consul, seventeen voted for kick, and 17 voted examine. That didn't add up.
He counted heads, 35.
"Vote?" came the molys leader, only sixteen years of age (on the island, average lifespan is 100 years).
"What vote?"
The leader next to him, a turtle that stood on two legs and had developed arm muscles, (the leader of the slowpoclan, one of the nine defenders) said nicely that the vote was for if the islanders should kick out the people, or let them explore a bit.
The molys leader, whos name was Scalt, didn't look at the thirty-four glaring at him when he cast his vote.
"We should let them stay for awhile!"
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