Every time I leave the room Uta scurries to find a place to hide. When I return, he is nowhere to be seen. There is always, however, a trail of unrestrained giggles leading directly to his hideout. Of course immediate discovery is out of the question, instead I must go along with the farce, searching everywhere, calling 911, until at last Uta jumps out to 'surprise' me. The reunion that follows is sometimes tearful, always over the top. Uta never tires of this charade, he could repeat it over and over all day long.
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