and the baby squirrel high up on the trunk of the mugo pine is like
'yeah! so what? what about it?'
and we're like 'well, sure. good for you.
just don't let the magpies hear you talkin like that.'
and the baby squirrel is all 'magpies, crows---bring 'em on!'
and we're like 'okay, see you around baby squirrel.'
and the squirrel continues on its way to shimmy up the tree
just barely taking care not to trip over
all that attitude.