A swirling chaos greets the camera view. Shrieks and squeals can be heard if listened to closely — otherwise, it is just the sound of intense wind.

Then, suddenly, all is calm. The screen clears again to reveal three shaken cats strewn across the sand.

Ravioli: *weakly* Is everyone okay?

Margaret: Heh, even though you've got a mouth full of sand, your stupid accent can still make you sound like an obnoxious moron.

Ravioli: *narrows eyes* Excuse me? Your bloody Kiwi accent —

Margaret: *while facing a discreetly nodding Sprinkles* That's exactly I mean.

Sprinkles: *looks everywhere* Where's Phillip? And Scallop?

The three cats instinctively look to the camera. Phillip, as usual, is attempting to eat it.

Phillip: I unno wer Thallop ith.

Margaret: Get your dirty mouth off the camera, you dunce! You've already had 149 worth of broken cameras taken out of your salary. In fact, the only reason you're still here is to make up for the cameras you've eaten. It doesn't work if you keep —

Phillip: *makes slurpy, immature imitation of Margaret while still chewing on the camera*

Sprinkles: Anyway, Scallop's gone. He was probably blown away by the sandstorm. *Turns to camera* As you can see, we are in the desert biome. This one is the Sahara desert, the largest — *is roughly shoved out of the camera view by Ravioli, who had gone to clear the sand out of her ears*

Ravioli: Thank you, Sprinkles. The Sahara desert is the third largest desert, coming after Antarctica and the Artic. It's the largest hot desert. Here we observe — *camera zooms in on a spot on the slope of a distant dune* — a jerboa, a hopping rodent of the family Dipodidae. It had legs quite long in proportion to its body, and you can see that only the bottom half is under the sand. They have amazing hearing and can hop up to 24 kilometres — *squints* Wait. That doesn't look like a half jerboa.

Sprinkles: *has been frantically gesturing to Ravioli to look closer for all this while* That's actually a cat's paw. It's waving around. I think Scallop's stuck underneath the sand. He's half-dead already, by the looks of it. *Is in no hurry to help the chip-eating director*

Phillip: *releases mouth off camera after Margaret gives him a particularly hard cuff on the ear* Let's leave him there to die. That way I don't have to pay for the cameras *points to accumulating pile*.

Margaret: Oh, rubbish. That's totally a jerboa.

Everyone murmurs quietly in agreement.

Written by Saph! 🍩✨