Waiting.
Several days passed in the blink of an eye.
On the small island in the center of the pool, the Red Fruits finally ripened, releasing a tempting fragrance.
Two towering Iron-Armed Apes leapt sharply, landing on the island.
They picked the Red Fruits one by one, cradled them in their palms, then with another leap, returned to the shore, grinning ear to ear as they headed toward a certain spot.
Behind and beside them were dozens of Iron Arm Monkey sub-leaders crowding around. Each one was hopping and skipping joyfully, following along.
In a hidden place.
