I walk back into the cabin after a long day of epicly failing archery. I find my little cheeatah cub friend, Attie, asleep on my pillow. I set my two blades down as they change back to change back tpo chopstick form. I hear my friends calling my name. Once again I slip down the stairs and the whole cabin bursts out laughing. What can I say? I'm a clueless clutz. Oh well.