The fuzzball in (Trent’s) hands stared expectedly at him. It wanted CUDDLES!! The cooing helped to distract it. Before long it found itself being shuttled into a cage. The cooing had stopped and the fuzzball was not a problem anymore.

Another fuzzy gazed down at (Caleb) from a top the visor of the armor where it sat. It had poofed there moments ago. Would he notice what was lurking above?

The ball of fluff took about a half of a minute sizing up (Chloe). It liked the sound of her voice. The humming wasn’t bad either. It POOFED!! From its current position to directly before her. HELLO!! Cuddles please!!

(Megan’s) humming was terrible!! So out of tune!! The furry thing stayed exactly where it was. She might want to try even harder...