"Capers! Capers, dang you, where are you?"
"Right here," I answer, attempting to locate the direction where one of my big brothers is. The biggest brother - only he has a habit of calling me Capers and giving nicknames to others. "Crybaby! Where are you crawling, blast you! You've taken the wrong way!"
"It is YOU who has taken the wrong way," another voice replies. "I have taken the right one."
I am getting nervous. These low corridors - so low that even we all have to crawl, and adults would get totally stuck in them, this is why we were sent here - make me clastro... clostro... cla-us-tro-phobic, this is it! Thank heavens it's po