…Big Valchi suddenly has something in mind that he thinks he should get down onto paper, he scrambles for a scratchpad, unfortunately he finds none, what’s available on sight is only a tattered old piece of scroll turned brown from aging, he finds a pen, he scribbles a few words with it, when it quickly runs out of ink, he hurriedly tries to put his table in order as he thinks out these words, “there’s an interesting story I have just remembered, somebody get me my quill as quickly as possible before I forget,” he painfully had to pluck off a piece of feather from his left wing, he then turns sideways, he looks right and left, “WHERE IS MY INKPOT?” he exclaims.