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Our hero encounters a talking squirrel in the woods.
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| Hello, Charles. I was wondering if I might have a word with you. | |
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"Finally," he thinks, "my mystical rapport with nature is starting to pay off!"
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| Impart to me your wisdom, oh messenger of the gods! | |
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| 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. | |
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| So you're saying I should quit putting out food for you? | |
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| Well, keep putting out the barbecued chips, but lay off the salt and vinegar, huh? They give me gas. | |
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