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Cibo whistled the signal, and all of the adults from the tribe gathered in the meditation grounds for a meeting.
"I believe most of you know why I have called you here," Cibo stated. "A young boy from our tribe saw what he believes was an entirely new creature lurking outside his hut. Are his parents here?"
A mudarcher stood up. "Yes, Rico is my son," he said.
"Later today I am going to call him into my hut," started Cibo, "and I will temporarily posess him to see into his mind and view the horrifying creature somewhere locked away in his memory."
"Are you mad?!" The father lunged at Cibo, but several natives held him back. "That's my son!"
"No pain or harm will be involved," Cibo said calmly. "This is a very necessary precaution."
The father stared into Cibo's eyes angrily.
"But if you do not approve of this, it shall not be done," said Cibo, "I do not want to cause any disruption any members of my tribe."
Cibo stared back at the father. He could see that the angry mudarcher was considering it.
"Fine," sighed the father, "you may do as you please."
Cibo smiled warmly. "You have made the right choice, my fellow mudokon."
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"Bang bang!" Rico pointed his father's unloaded spoocebow at Joey and imaginarily shot him. Joey ran up to Rico and pretended to hit him with his uncle's spooce club.
"Aaargh!" yelled Rico as he instantly fell to the ground, pretending to be dead. An instant later, he popped up. "You win, Joey," he said. "Aw man, it's time for the lesson."
Joey got a devilish look in his eye. "Last one there's a smelly slurg!" He raced off to Cibo's hut. Rico quickly stood up and scampered after his friend.
As they both raced into the classroom breathing tiredly, they noticed that Cibo was gone. Rico sat next to Perm.
"Hey Perm," he asked, "where is Cibo?"
Perm shrugged. "I dunno. Clank told me he's at a meeting with the adults, but you shouldn't trust him."
"Weird. Do you know what the meeting was about?"
"Not really, but when I walked past the meditation grounds I heard your dad yelling at Cibo."
"That's strange. My dad never gets angry."
"That's exactly what I was thinking."
"Musta been something pretty bad..."
Just then, Cibo walked in the hut.
"Hello, children. I have some bad news for you all. Due to certain circumstances, I will not be teaching you today."
All of the children's faces lit up and they raced out of the hut happily, talking about what they would all do with the free time.
"I'm gonna go hunt some slurgs!"
"Oh yeah, well I'm going to ride my papa's elum!"
"Ha! I get to go see the Almighty Raisin today!"
When they all left, only Rico was still in the dimly lit hut.
"That's odd...why would he skip lessons?" He fiddled with his head leaves thoughtfully. "Oh...no..."
Perm and Joey stumbled clumsily back into the hut. "Hey Rico, didn't you hear?" heaved Joey. "No lessons today!"
"Yeah, and do you know why?" Rico said nervously.
Perm scratched his head. "Cuz...he's...nice...?"
"No, can't you see?" Rico stood up. "It has something to do with the creature I saw last night!"
"Yeesh, it's that bad?" said Joey.
"It looks like it."
Perm smiled sneakily. "Hey fellas, whaddaya say we go...eh...get a little info?"
Joey nearly jumped out of his loincloth. "You mean eavesdrop on the adults?"
"You got it."
Rico jumped inbetween the two. "Don't you know that's forbidden in this tribe?" he muttered to Perm.
"Of course, Rico," stated Perm casually, "and that's why they won't catch us."
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