Ah, I see what you have there, Mr. Squirrel, and I understand why you are so motivated to find more of that crunchy morsel coated in spicy-cheese powder. It certainly is not a product for which you were raised to seek regarding sustenance and I imagine you may be a bit confused as to why such a tasty treat was kept secret from you for so long. Well, all I can say is to enjoy the experience of the bite you have in hand because it may or may not be your last. Now, if you can exercise some forbearance, I *may* know where to find some more of that orange delight, but here is the problem: the item of interest may draw competition and I certainly do not want to see you in a scuffle–that is nacho a great idea. Maybe you could gnaw out some of those acorns and I could stuff some pieces inside the hatted seeds so that nobody else but you and I would know. Are you okay, Mr. Squirrel? You seem a bit siderated by that idea. What? Genius? No, no, no. I am not a genius. I am sure you would have realized the same solution eventually; I think you are just a bit too excited about possibilities right now. How will you pay me? Oh, no worries. The containers from which the yum is found are able to feed much more than that amount in which one should indulge, so there is always enough to share, even though sharing does not always happen if company cannot be found, which is why I am glad we bumped into each other. Well, that is kind of you to think of me as your lodestar, but it cuts both ways: your worth ethic is definitely a quality to admire, too, and I think it is motivating me to laze a bit less. Hey, actually, now that I think about it, maybe you could help me. I am struggling in my English class. I am supposed to translate an oral story or physical performance into written form. I am not so skilled at translating and ethnopoetics is like translating on steroids. Maybe starting small would be a decent first step towards conquering fear and procrastination and since you *are* small–so, does your kind engage in any rituals revolving around your foraging??? Maybe I could translate one of those performances. Hmmm. I am thinking of a title already: ‘The Cheese Whiz And What The Rodent Hid: A Tall-Small Story Of Tails, Sales, and Fails’. What? You think I should wait and see the performance first? Ah, you are probably right. Hey, I am kind of hungry now. Do you think your nimble paws could snap that last chip in two? ; )

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