Maybe if I don’t see them, they don’t see me neither.
I can wait patiently, you know, the food will come. Sooner or later. It always comes.
Though Billy thinks differeny: he’s always freaking out that we’ll starve and that there isn’t enough food… I can see his point. But I have better ways to call their attention. Like sitting silently behind a leaf.
Do you see? It worked.