Looney dust cloud spotting after the drop. Falling into ice water with the microphone still plugged in generates shock. This gulch ain’t dry. Where’d that stray cat go? One second it’s a-shimmying and a-shaking on some big rock, and the next second it’s over down a-ways making wet stray sounds. It doesn’t give us much of a chance. The mindless breeze sort of tosses the stray fur around. The stray fur sort of gets lumped into little furballs every once in awhile, but not for long. If anyone actually saw you in the thick of that dust cloud splashing in the gulch chasing furballs they’d probably think you were crazy, I reckon. Especially if they knew how much lotion you had put on ahead of time.