"Banjo, do you really need all that meat?" Kazooie asked as she was flapping her red wings while being in a wagon, with it approaching nightfall out in the open wild.
"You'll never know when it comes in handy." Banjo said as he had plenty of carcasses on his bear hands, placing it on the grass in front of the wagon as he rubbed his chin.
Kazooie tilted her feathery head to the right in confusion. "Where did you even get the ammo for me to shoot with?"
Banjo adjusted his yellow shorts and blue backpack. "The eggs? Oh I just found them in an empty shack while you were getting fresh water."
"Well that certainly explains a lot... but can we question why not a single one of those animals didn't talk to us?"
"Maybe they're just shy."
"I doubt it..."