The lead-giraffe took the groove-jet to the station where there was an apricot waiting. A sudden gust of wind caught the giraffes scarf, forcing it to brush up against the side of the apricot. “You've got my scarf all sticky!” said the giraffe angrily to the apricot. The apricot looked on as a train rolled into the station, stopping at a nearby platform.

After a few moments had passed, the apricot promised to buy the giraffe a new scarf once they'd arrived at their destination. A small group of plastic spoons started to board the train, the giraffe and apricot followed. Once on the train they sat down next to an altitude gauge from a crashed plane that went on to explain what it's like to be in freefall, and highly recommended skydiving.

The giraffe wasn't interested in sky-diving. He was far too busy deliberating on what colour scarf he should get the apricot to buy him. It would be the forty-third scarf in his wardrobe, and he was having trouble finding ones he didn't already own!