The calm voice of the chief makes it even worse for Tamara, at least in her opinion. She mews, still looking down, and mumbles something ununderstandable. Then the small tigress takes a deep breathe, the continuous bristling of her fur seems to calm down a bit. She mewls again, and answers in a more intelligible way.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- I was washing the dish-pan thingies... I was doing my best to make them all clean... When clean, I placed them up on the stack like I was told... But then a pile of pan collapsed... I tried to prevent it but I couldn't do anything... The monkey tried to prevent the collapse too but he was too late... I hid and closed my eyes when he was hit by a pan and cried, I didn't wanted to get hurt too... I don't know what happened after, I didn'ts aw anything until I reopened my eyes and you called me...</span><br/><br/>She said all of this with a low and guilty voice, feeling quite bad for being responsible of another mess, thinking that it means she'll not get a chance to help prepare her daddy's meal for tonight. She keeps her head down, looking at her footpaws, on the verge of tears.