Our little cabin rumbled and shook. We could hear thuds from outside like distant thunder. All this was mightily alarming, but I was somewhat thankful for the distraction, even if it did spark a flood of grunts and gripes as we jostled and tumbled in the dark.
"Why don't we all calm down and play a guessing game? It'll be a great way to pass the time."
I did a double-take in the direction of the soft, melodious voice, which seemed quite close. A rather fruitless effort, considering it was as black as my last view, but I now noticed the pleasant scent of freshly minted fur mildly spiced with incense.
Silence. There were crinkly sounds like chips being shaken in a foil-bag, before everyone started to speak at once, voicing approval for the disembodied suggestion in their own special way. My voice was lost in the tumult, but it went something like this:
Crikey, a guessing game! This was going to be fun!
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