The Kakboorí was nearly dead from boredom. He had been on this route through the Sephiri system hundreds of times and had never found a thing. The Seraphs could not be caught, bought, nor plundered due to the shield around their planet, and the moons were totally barren. So Sir Yawnsalot almost missed seeing The Apparition that was almost right before his nose! When he saw it he snapped to immediate attention.

It was what was known to the Kakboorí as a Lion-bird, and seated above its wings was a Seraph-spawn! A young one! A pretty one! Dreams of filthy lucre flashed before the yellow eyes of The Grab-Master!

She must not see them! He quickly turned on the cloaking system, and followed craftily. His oily bluish face creased with an ugly smile... This little Seraphling was HIS.