Voluer, angered, threw the ball of wet clay against the wall. He imagined the numbat elder's face upon it, and t, only ro rew it once more, this time a lot hardern SMAASH! The ball has splattered. '"'Hah,'"' the young racoon thought, "That's what you get for annoying me." He had been sent to his room without supper for looking at a rock in the elder's room. "Well," he said to himself, "tonight, I'm going to steal it, just because I hate him." Tonight came slower than expected. He ran across his room, practicing stealthiness, only to find he made thumping sounds when he stomped.