Denizens of the canopy welcome not the terrestrial interloper, but clearing’s breadth leaves him feeling safe to stay.

As he logs celestial data for upcoming tractate, squirrel-led posse ransacks the unattended rucksack before amscraying back to the branches.

However, coony clan peculated neither Power Bar nor PBJ, instead leaving sci-guy a drive of starry stats—in trade for the roll of orange mints—to illuminate his after-evening day. ; )