Tamarin looked to the edge of the cave. [i]There[/i] was the green that he'd seen! Lots of it, everywhere. And when he looked up outside it, [i]there[/i] was the sky. Tamarin wanted to run and touch all the plants, almost forgetting about hunting when one goblin spoke up. Did he want to hunt with the light goblin? He didn't really know how he felt about hunting alone. It would probably be hard, and he only had a vague idea of what to do. So maybe hunting with another goblin might be a good idea. "I will hunt with you!" Tamarin said, his voice high pitched and scratchy. He noticed rather proudly that speech wasn't too hard for him. He formed the words fairly easily.

"How to hunt?" He asked. "Stick? Stone?" He pondered aloud. Stones sounded like a good idea. Maybe if he threw one at a rabbit it would fall down and he could keep hitting it until it wouldn't run away. He hobbled over to the walls of the cave and picked up two stones, one in each hand. "Stone!" He announced. "Now we hunt." He looked at the light green goblin expectantly.