Gently, you pick up the stick with the honeycomb on it. No bees. You take a big bite of the sweet wax. Suddenly, you feel a painful sting on your tongue, then another. You spit out two bees. By the time you reach the city, your tongue is swollen. People run in confusion.
Joktan grabs you. “Let’s get out of here,” he says. “Everyone is talking gibberish.”
“What’s going on?” you ask. But your words sound more like “Thwatsh thwoiin uh?”
“Oh no, not you, too!” he says.
What a joke! Joktan thinks you forgot your language, too. You play along and talk nonsense. He’ll figure it out – eventually.