Iedaya ered from loneliness. A suffering old crane who would certainly die if she couldn't catch fish. She starved for days, but her stomach remained empty. Finally, she comes up with an idea. Brilliant, in her eyes. She swoops down to the still waters of her pond, a familiar motion that would now take on a new meaning. When she finally got an audience, she told them that a fisherman had discovered their paradise. She made them believe that they weren't safe there anymore. Of course, it took time for any of the fish to trust her; they hadn't forgotten who or what she was. She told them that it was alright, she'd have to take them slowly over a length of time, or the fisherman would become suspicious of the mass desertion. So, over the next few days, she only took around three or four a day. It was working well, this new system, her foolproof plan. Until it didn't. A crab, the old 'local' of the pond would have been one of the last to go. He asked Iedaya to fly him to this new pond. And as they soared above a vast green field, he saw the fishbones. He wondered aloud where they had come from and Iedaya obliged his curiosity with an answer. "The fish from the lake, I ate them, of course." She was proud of herself, of her genius, and her ability to pull it off. But the crab was certainly not. He used his pincers and killed Iedaya.