Crash's honey colored tail flicked behind him with glee as he approached the large booth. The colors of the massive structure awakened a feeling he couldn't name. Reds,blues,and yellows tinted the cloth that was hastily flung over the metallic deathtrap that the humans created. It reminded him of his own childhood journeys into the tropics. There was no knowing what kind of dangers one could find out there. Humans particularly were something that be...