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COME, SQUIRREL, TELL ME YOUR NAME

MY NAME? SQUIRREL, I GUESS.

NO, TELL ME YOUR REAL NAME. I DON'T THINK YOU ARE TRULY A SQUIRREL. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?

I DON'T KNOW.

THINK, WON'T YOU?

The squirrel tried, but thinking only made his head throb worse. LET IT GO, CAT — PYTR. I THINK I'LL NAP.

I DON'T THINK YOU SHOULD.

WHY? MAYBE I'LL DREAM AGAIN, MAYBE…

Ah! The dreams. Pytr purred softly, nudged the squirrel through the bars, and managed to ignore the cat-hunger that reminded him just how tasty a squirrel could be. DON'T SLEEP, SQUIRREL. TALK TO ME, EH? TELL ME, HOW DID HE CATCH YOU?

RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOOR. The squirrel sighed. RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOOR.

THAT'S WHY I THOUGHT YOU WERE REALLY A SQUIRREL. I DIDN'T SEE HIM CHANGE YOU. I THOUGHT — WELL, I'M SORRY, BUT I THOUGHT YOU WERE DINNER.

I CAN UNDERSTAND HOW YOU WOULD. BUT I STILL THINK I AM.

DINNER?

NO. A SQUIRREL. I DON'T REMEMBER BEING "CHANGED." I THINK I'VE ALWAYS BEEN A SQUIRREL.