Jeff's grasp on the rogue Choofa was loose. It felt like a small pom-pom, or an over sized dandelion. It squeaked and squealed as Jeff tossed it away, and landed nearby, looking deflated as if it was severely injured.

	then, a high pitched chanting began to follow him from behind. If he turned around, he would notice the two earlier caves releasing several pink Choofa into the gorge. They fluttered towards him like little clouds, and prepared to attack.