The mudmaid lifted the pole high and raised the pitch of her sirin song. She sang with meaning. It was an ancient, deep tongue that her aria was in. However, loosely translated, it sounded something like:

U BOOTY SO FINE

FINE FINE BOOTY

BOOTY SO FINE

I WANT TO ENGAGE IN IMMORAL CARNAL ACTIVITIES WITH YOU

AND U BOOTY


The fish was becoming the fisherman as she warbled and there was a plunking sound from the far side of the pond. Maurice had stepped into the shadows and like a cow-eyed zombie he started slowly walking deeper and deeper.