Perhaps I should call the Crystal Oasis, the Chucker Palace, Chucker being a bird that is about four times as big as a quail, they were there for the water, more than a hundred of them, no joke! And, when I went on to Helios, the quail flew off in masses that could not be counted. My goal, is that these flying friends of ours, can have thier peaceful place, for many years, that go on beyond my fleeting time here. But then, we see how we treated the Indians, took thier home, and called it our own. We time and time again, demand that nature bend to our will. Hope is a word I like, maybe one day, we, humanity, will learn, that, the most important thing in life, is that we care, about those around us.