You walk over and touch his arm. He looks up at you. His beady eyes seem to stare right into your soul. His mouth seems to be sewn shut. He makes a sound. You lean over closer to try to hear him, but it only comes out as a soft grunt.

"I can't understand you," you say.

He looks at you with pleading eyes, then when he realizes you're telling the truth he sinks back into a ball.