Our hero encounters a talking squirrel in the woods.
Hello, Charles. I was wondering if I might have a word with you.
"Finally," he thinks, "my mystical rapport with nature is starting to pay off!"
Impart to me your wisdom, oh messenger of the gods!
Your misguided attempts to improve my quality of life have failed. It's a common human conceit that ingenuity can improve on the provisions of nature, but I'd appreciate it if you quit meddling.
So you're saying I should quit putting out food for you?
Well, keep putting out the barbecued chips, but lay off the salt and vinegar, huh? They give me gas.
