A while back as I was leaving the cabin and stepping off the front porch, I heard a sudden angry chittering followed by narrowly missing getting hit on the head by a pissed-off squirrel, who had evidently lost its grip up under the eaves to fall two stories down into the snowbank. In order to cover up such a mortifying incident and assuage it's rodent-sized bruised ego I concocted a suitable backstory instead. Still to this day I don't believe a single-panel cartoon can quite do it justice, so I am working on a screenplay so as to truly encompass the depth of pathos + drama.
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