The next day (June 22), the three puppets were sitting in a small clearing.

"Isn't it nice to finally be outside on such a beautiful day?" Drade asked, this time emotion in his voice.

"Yes, and I packed us a delicious chicken picnic," Antis added. This time, though, the chicken was cooked. A bee flew by (and this time, it actually was a bee) and landed on Antis' beak.

"Pesky bee! Get it away! Get it away!" Antis yelped. Doi didn't want to kill the bee, but he didn't want Antis to be stung either. Thinking fast, he grabbed some soda from the picnic and poured it on a rock. Intoxicated by the scent of sugar, the bee flew away.

"Phew! I hate bees," Antis said.

Doi looked at him, confused.

"Sorry Doi, it's just that I don't want to be stung," he explained.

"Don't you think that there's too much hatred in the world?" came a voice. The puppets turned to see a horribly inaccurate butterfly. "I hope you don't mind if I ask you a question," Shrignold continued. Then he began to sing.

"Have you ever wondered why we're here? What's it all about, you have no idea. And everywhere you look, all you see is hatred. Darkness, death and fear. But you know it doesn't have to be, 'I hate you and you hate me.' 'Cause even though we're different, it doesn't make a difference. And then we could live in harmony. I know you don't know who I am. But maybe I could hold your hand? And together we could understand about love..."

"Huh? I feel tingly," Doi said.

"Yes, that's love, my friend. And it's time for you to learn all about it." Shrignold laughed.

Then the three puppets were in the clouds.

"Have you ever feel like life's unfair, 'cause everyone hates you and no one cares? But maybe if you'll follow me, maybe you could see, that love is everywhere," Shrignold continued.

"What's love?" Drade asked.

"It's a feeling deep inside," a cloud said.

"I'm hungry," Antis said.

"No, a different kind of feeling," Shrignold explained. "A feeling that you like something a whole lot."

"I don't understand, but I want to," Doi said.

"Don't worry, you will soon. Come and meet some of my friends, they know all about love. Come on, just over the rainbow!"

As they went closer and closer to the rainbow, Antis said, "Well, here we go, flying through the sky."

"If we don't follow him, we'll get left behind," Drade commented.

"We're not eating, and I'd like to eat the chicken."

"I'd also like to eat the chicken. But that can wait right now."

Once they had arrived, Shrignold said, "So here we are with all my friends, and they love you - all of them!"

"Yes we do," said a rabbit.

"It is true!" said a unicorn.

"We love you!" said a frog.

"And you love us, too!" an ambiguous furry thing said.

"I love you too, Furry Boy!" Shrignold said to the furry thing. Furry Boy smiled. To the puppets, he said "To love each other is to care, to be kind!"

"And to share!" a flower said.

"I love my friends, so I give 'em a hug!" the rabbit said.

"I made this for you 'cause I love you so much," the frog said, presenting a pencil holder.

"I love my pet 'cause he's a crab!" Furry Boy said.

"I love this tree and I love this and I love this stick and I love this - everything!" Doi said.

"Yes, yes, yes! That's how it's done. But then there's the love for your special one," Shrignold said.

"What's a special one?" Drade asked.

"The person who'll always love you no matter what," the unicorn said. "Everyone has a special one."

"Even us? But we're lonely..." Antis said.

"Yes, it's true! But do not worry. You're confused, but that's okay! Let me put it another way..." Shrignold said. "Tree, can you help me?"

"Sure I can, Shrignold!" a tree said. Then the tree began to tell a story. "This is the story of Michael. The loneliest boy in town. This is the story of Michael, the ugliest boy in town. Ugly and weak, they called him a freak! So he lived on his own underground, he lived on his own underground, he lived on his own underground.

"But," the tree continued, "there was a girl. A girl named Rachel, who they said was the ugliest girl in her town. Ugly and weak, they called her a freak! So she went to live on her own underground - but then she met Michael! And that's why there are salamanders."

"You see? Everyone has a special one," Shrignold said.

"Even Michael!" the rabbit added.

"Your heart beats hard like a big love drum, but it speeds up whenever you're near your special one."

"I thought the heart just pumped blood," Drade commented.

"Yes, but the thought of the special one makes it a love drum," Shrignold said.

"So don't worry, friends," said a statue with the name MALCOLM written on his podium. "One of these days, you won't be alone."

"But they aren't alone!" Furry Boy said. "They have each other."

"And that's a very good kind of love, indeed," Shrignold said. "Friendship is a wonderful kind of love. One of the best."

Then Shrignold and all the other love things popped out of existence.

Doi smiled at his friends.

"I'm hungry," Antis said.

The puppets returned to find their picnic untouched. They ate all their chicken, and then rested under the afternoon sun.