This is food for still more thought. The spygoats chew the collective cud of contemplaa-tion, trying to wrap their heads around safari hats not maa-utomatically conferring upon them super exploration powers.

Hesitantly, they try to roll forward - how free are they, thus far? They would like to roll circles around her and show off their capable maa-crobatics (just more rolling, really). Perhaps that will convince her! And, if not, perhaps she will show them how they can improve!

In the distance, someone exhales - loud, low, long - and takes a sip of what sounds like tea.