The girl appeared, as if by magic, and sat on a medium-sized boulder by a glistening lake. She hummed to herself as a smile crept on her lips. "Build it up with wood and clay, wood and clay, wood and clay. Build it up with wood and clay, my fair lady. Wood and clay will wash away, wash away, wash away. Wood and clay will wash away, my fair lady. Build it up with iron and steel, iron and steel, iron and steel. Build it up with iron and steel, my fair lady. Iron and steel will bend and bow, bend and bow, bend and bow. Iron and steel will bend and bow, my fair lady." The girl sang as she heard footsteps from a distance slowly come to a stop. The steps slowly crept again, coming to a stop once more. The girl glanced at a tree, where a certain young blonde hid. They both smiled a bit at each other.