Pulling open the closet doors she was face to face with Jesper. Reaching a paw out amber touched Jesper’s chest. “Got you!” she squealed excitedly, taking off down the hall. Pulling out a walkie talkie that every kuhna had strapped around their stomach’s he turned it on and started counting. “one Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, four Mississippi, five Mississippi, six Mississippi, seven Mississippi, eight Mississippi, nine Mississippi, ten Mississippi.” He turned the walkie talkie off again and placed it back the little holder thing.