He climbed along the mangrove tree roots, up and over and under again, shielded by a thin veil of slimy muck hanging from the root.

In front of him, he watched, with big, curious eyes, at the grooming ritual of the ladies.

In his reverie, he leaned forward, too far, too fast, and then--

CRASH!

When he opened his eyes, he was surrounded by pretty, angry faces.

"Why are you so nosey?!", they demanded.

He just grinned.