Room getting smaller now. Why is room smaller? Where? How get here? When get here? What in here? Hmm. Good smell. Smells pretty. Lots of smells. Grass and moss. Moss is glowing… MOSS IS GLOWING? Glowing moss! Must look! Stare at pretty glowing moss! Come look! Oh, there’s no one else. Good. All to herself. Only she gets to stare at moss. Pretty moss. Wants to touch. Wants to feel. Lifts a paw, placing it against the moss. Feels nice. Cool. Soft. Pretty, pretty. It hers. All hers. No one else’s. She get mean and ugly if anyone take moss. No one take moss!

Growling defensively, spinning in circles. Who there? Anybody? Don’t touch her moss! She eat you! She bite you and scratch you! Smells air. Check for enemies. Everyone is enemy. She hate everyone! Everyone steal moss! Her moss! She bite! Bite and spit! Teeth bared, lips back, nose curled up. Show fangs. Sharp fangs. Sharp! No want bite, no come near. Spinning round and round in circles. Getting dizzy. Still spin! Spin, spin, spin! Spinning fun. Fun spinning. Good spinning. Ohhhhh, bad spinning. Too dizzy! STOP SPINNING. Stopped. Good. Still. Sit. No more spinning. Stare at moss. Moss pretty. Pretty moss. Her moss.