On a bed of spongy moss, a chrysalis sat atop a lone hill, tucked within
the protruding roots of a drooping willow. Well within the heart of Cetus, the song of frogs
and chittering insects filled the still, misty air. Nearby, calm waters flowed
through the marshes surrounding the secluded mossy island, gently stirring
partially submerged stands of sawgrass and bullrushes. A peaceful morning for a new birth.

Something stirred within the chrysalis, a new being about to emerge. With a jerk,
Moe awakened and opened his tiny eyes for the first time. From within, faint sounds
of the outside ambience and muted rays of golden morning light shone from the
surrounding cavern. With curiosity (and a considerable effort) Moe breached the
'shell' of the chrysalis using his newly formed claws and beak.

Recouperating from the exhaustion of emerging, and getting used to the overwhelming
array of sights, sounds, and smells of the world for the first time, Moe lied
partially emerged from the chrysalis and covered in goop for a few moments. And then,
as all the sensory input became a bit more bearable, instinct began to drive him forward,
and into the waters of the swamp he plunged.