After Nice Guy rescued me from that big cavern, it held me for a long time and stroked my back. Then, it placed me in a new small cave. It spoke to me as we traveled. I listened, but didn't understand. I just liked hearing the sound of its voice.
I could smell all kinds of new odors at the new cave, but no other animals. There was a strong scent of green pebbles and leaves. The door to my cage opened and another thing with a high-pitched voice spoke to me. Oh, no! I’d traded one high-pitched thing for another one. Would they never go away? It placed a container in the cage and held an orange stick in its paw. Nice Guy, green pebbles, leaves, and orange sticks -- I might survive here despite the high-pitched one.