Peter the Frog hop's to the nearest lily pad. Malcolm is snoozing under the lilies, sword in hand. Peter the Frog croaks 'Malcolm.' A sleepy Malcolm slowly raises his head. Peter the Frog grumpily continues 'When are you going to materialize? People and frogs have waited one hundred years and three chapters, its just not on.' There is a moment of silence so Peter the Frog folds his tiny arms, stamps his tiny feet and waits anxiously for an answer. Malcolm raises his tall self, ponders over his cameo appearance and then replies in a stern voice, 'Patience. Patience.'
Peter the Frog slices some mango and waits.