He was convinced there was something to catch, he just knew it.
First the Little Blue froze in place, like a stone.
Next he tilted his head, looked sideways.
Now was the ever so slow step ahead, followed by another sloooow step.
After a while you could almost see him shrug.
Standing up straight like he knew how wrong he had been.
He repeated this plenty of times. Ultimately there was always a catch.