Bwahahahahahaha, meeeeeyowl. They were terrified. They were stumbling through the forest like the clumsy bipeds they are. My man who I love and adore and hated having to do the harsh training with was whistling for me, doing his Gladys Kravitz call for me, etc. etc. I thought he was going to start printing out fliers, but I suppose these are rather primitive conditions out here. He did alert the other campers to my disappearance, so unfortunately I couldn’t go to them to beg for some delicious people food or the gig would have been up on their well deserved people training. Anyway, that was enjoyable. Take me for granted. I think not!