"I can't wait to get on the road again... Hmmm, on second thought, I can't really dance to that can I? Oh well, still catchy enough to teach some musicians on the way. Hmmm hm hmmm hmmmm." Mowen says, trodding about in the wilderness with absolutely no clue as to where he is, or is going.

And he still couldn't find that road he had been on for the past couple of days. Sometimes Mowen thought that the wilderness was out to get him. A road just didn't up and walk away, like that tavern sign did... Or was it carried away? Mowen didn't remember.

Since Mowen wasn't in any hurry, he had strolled along, lost, and pretty much alone, and taken to talking out loud. That was how he arrived at a rather catchy string of words, he felt sure a melody could go along with, and he could dance too.

3 hours later, he pretty much dropped that notion flat. Though it was still catchy. Unlike that road that eluded him like... Like... Like something slippery... Soap! The road evaded him like a wet bar of soap. That reminded Mowen, he would need to wash sometime. He was starting to smell like he'd gone native to the wilderness or something.