And suddenly they are silent, standing there all around him with eyes wide and round and gazing up at him expectantly. It is a strange thing, the way they seem to respect him, the way they heed his words. As if even a softly spoken word somehow assumes the power of an imperious command. Bandit does not understand it. These children know nothing of magic. They know nothing of Raccoon and the things he can do. Mostly, they only seem to care about the ball.