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The pleasant atmosphere of the forest around you is interested by an incesdant tap, tap, tapping echoing off the majestic trunks. Determined to find out the source, you chsnnel your inner detective and follow your instincts. It doesn't sound like a woodpecker, it's more like metal on stone. Whatever it is, it's a little annoying. As it gets louder you feel your quest is coming to an end. You follow the bank of the river to a beautiful waterfall. There before you is a stunning woman attacking a large river rock. You call out to her, "What did that rock ever do to you?" She looks at you in surprise, then siftens and days,