Louie is afraid of Arthur, like he is of anyone who isn't me. He tolerates him when he's lying down, but he likes to stay out of his way when he's standing and walking.
When the sounds of Arthur moving get louder, Louie gets down low and ready to run like a fosso past him to hide behind the couch or under our bed.
Strombeek is just hoping that maybe she'll get pet a little bit in passing.
This is how the fosso of Madagascar gets low and runs fast like Louie.
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