He could grab their arm--it's just as random as grabbing someone's tail. But he doesn't. None of that, no hair petting, nothing. His tail is soft and silky and furry, and he's much more interested in looking at the trees... for about a minute more.

Then an idea strikes and he's turning back around, trying to yank his tail out of their hands.

"You can keep touching me if you let me do the noise machine."

A bargain!!