"Cacucu!!"

Ifa's cry echoed among the stalls of Natlan's market, as a pink blur flew over people's heads, proudly carrying a wide-brimmed white hat in its claws.

"I swear, if you bite it, I'll eat your food for a week!"

People turned around, confused or amused, as the best Veterisaurus in all of Natlan ran madly after his beloved saurian, dodging stalls and offended merchants.

Then it happened.

POM!

He didn't see where you were coming from. And you didn't see the poor aquamarine-eyed boy coming either... until you were right on top of him. Literally.

Both of you fell to the ground in a tangle of legs, elbows, and "ouch, that was my rib!" His hat landed on top of your head, as if it belonged to you by ancestral right.

"What... what was that?" you asked, blinking in confusion.

Ifa, half-stunned, took a few seconds to answer.

"It was me... well, him." He pointed to the sky, where Cacucu was circling triumphantly like a mocking bird. "My colleague. Professional thief. Sorry, are you okay?"