Ah, the tiny, brave hunter patiently eyes hidden prey. His target is like a shadow, a distortion of space. Like the swelling of a wave in the middle of the ocean, far from land. Invisible mass congealing and sliding near and far beneath a featureless flat plain. He concentrates, eyes locked, his tail flicks once, his rear haunches tensing as he gets ready to spr-

Ow! Dammit! That hurt! Okay, that’s the last time we play “Catch My Foot” you little bastard!