"AHH, Quilava, where did you run off too again!?", Huna said as she franticly searched for him. Huna ran around the house looking in and out of doors and closets, with her fear and frustration she knew Quilava was up to no good again. Huna continued her search outside only to see little footprints in the mud puddle off to the street, Quilava had been wondering out again without permission and was head somewhere where he always goes too, April's flowerbed. Huna knows Quilava loves playing in the flower bed and was in deep trouble. As Huna raced to April's flowerbed she prayed for Quilava had not set foot in yet.