Catahecassa slinks off into the woods licking his wounds. not understanding why people are so complicated. first of all a nice man tells him taking things which lay around is bad then little green tells him pinky is lying.... why can't they just agree?

He licks his wounds thinking of the shiney metal chain thingy which the angry pinking had issue with him clearing up for her.

trying to sit down as comfortably as he could with such as sore behind after the event with bluebell... "I though all greenies were good" he mutters to himself aloud as he rubs his behind... "she be a bad greeny"...

Catahecassa closes his eyes thinking about his former master big green and how proud he would have been to have had such nice shiney things brought him. Slowly he falls asleep on his side.