A satisfying pick, sip, and crunch is what drove Mooaha to continue her grooming. As usual, she groomed Mikiiki, and was groomed by Makaka. The rest of the line continued amongst the branches; she couldn't see everyone, but she could certainly hear them. A thrum of intermingled picks, sips, and crunches sounded throughout the canopy. It wasn't fresh carcass, or ripe fruit, but it was good, and it was peaceful.
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