What’s this? The rectangular stone is hollow, empty! Some buttress this would be against a bombardment. Dimwits.

Oh, wait! My poor wards were wrong, this isn’t a war defense. ‘Tis a box, a gift for their Queen! I leap happily into my new acquirement and roll about to lend my present a more pleasing scent. What rapturous sounds my swords make in this hard hollow shell. Scratching in this corner sounds like this: scratchscratchscratch. I wonder what it sounds like in that corner? I turn round in one swift motion to try and it sounds like this: scratchscratchscratch. Wondrous! I wonder if the result has changed in the previous corner? I flip over swiftly and try again. scratchscratchscratch. Joyous event, it sounds anew! I wonder how deep my new hovel delves? I scratch at the floor, my claws sliding and scraping the surface in a symphony of sound. Try as I may, the floor doesn’t give way, but dismayed I am not! scratchscratchscratch.

Oh, a servant approacheth. "I say, Dimwit, my tribute is sufficient. PRRBBTT! The Simpleton, however..."

Queen Shoshobeans