*Balls of yarn could be so much fun* thought Quatre. *Especially when you're a cat.* The golden haired pilot smiled as he watched his sister's kitten play. The happy little creature had chased the yarn back and was proceeding to get itself completely tangled in the yarn. He tilted his head as a thought occurred to him - such a simple solution and an old one - yet true for all that it was trite. He need only to give Dorthy enough rope and she would end up revealing her duplicitious nature to the entire world much less the Romefeller Foundation and the new congress. But it needed to be the right yarn - his smile growing more determined, Quatre leaned back and began to plan.