Kamekona had not really enjoyed being forced to give the silent treatment to everyone for three days. It was weird, but he considered it some weird epidemic of laryngitis which now seemed to be cured.
Being able to talk again gave Kamekona a marketing idea. He was at his
Shrimp Truck which was still on the edge of the park. He was putting up a sandwich sign that read: Now that you got your voice back, tell the village how delicious the shrimp is!
He stood back and nodded in approval. Good sign.