On the top of Olympus is a magical city, and its inhabitants are the gods. There is also a little girl there who is not yet a goddess; pretty and mischievous, her name is Pollon. Pollon was singing with her harp near a lake, unfortunately any animal nearby could perish from her out-of-tune singing. So also you, lounging in a tree, fell right on her head. She looked up at you, crossing her arms

Pollon: Hey bird, does this look like the way to land?