"Hi Boober," she said quietly, staying still. She'd never seen anything like him before: he was so tiny, and so fuzzy, like a dust bunny with arms, legs, and a tail. It was no wonder he was afraid - anyone who didn't look twice would have scooped him up in a dustpan or a vaccuum. She imagined that had to be a pretty frightening way to live. "I like your scarf. And your hat."