"Ooh, I didn't see any of those when I was looking around in the back," says Kiawen. "It's like a stubby fox!"

"A round, stripey, stubby fox," giggles Tanalin. "A foxball?"

"Foxball! Poofs and pawlings and piano bears and foxballs."

"Are you going to write your paper on the critters with our names for them, Kanim?"

"I don't see why not," he laughs. "You'd better make sure you find all the kinds, or I'll wind up discovering something you didn't get to name and I'll call it something boring."

"Well, do you know about any more kinds we haven't seen yet?"

"It's not a big cave," says Kanim airily, "I'm sure you can find them all if you look."

"I wonder if there are any more with tails. Do piano bears have tails, Kiawen?"

Kiawen checks. "Itty bitty ones."

The piano bear whose tail she just inspected crawls around in little circles, as though trying to catch said tail.

Kiawen is charmed.

"I think I like the poofs best," says Carinna.

Whmmmmmmmm goes Carinna's poof, as though it can tell.

Carinna nuzzles her poof.

"I like them all, but the piano bears are cutest, I think - and the foxball would probably not get terrorized by Cricket, it's big enough."

"I'm going to look in the maze for more creatures," Tanalin declares, and she gently evicts her lapful of poofs and heads off into the back of the cave.

Kiawen removes her pawling, puts her piano bear back on her shoulder, and follows her untwin.

"Hummingbird!" exclaims Kiawen, and she holds out a hand to see if it will land on her finger.

It lands, gripping her finger with its tiny feet.

"Awwwwwww," says Tanalin.

Kiawen pets it gently. "Hummingbirds already have a name, but this particular kind might not."

The tiny bird opens its tiny beak and cheeps.

"Cheeper?" suggests Kiawen.

"Maybe," says Tanalin. "Aren't hummingbirds supposed to hum?"