my diminutive burrow-dwelling FRIEND, i'm afraid that i take grave EXCEPTION to your LUMPING of me in a catagory of which i emphatically do not BELONG. any SANE person with half a BRAIN can see that i am truly IN A REMARKABLE AND NOT FAR AT ALL FROM PREVIOUSLY UNSEEN GENIUS CATAGORY OF MY OWN. and that's the TRUTH, Ruth.
now return to your futile attempts at acorn collection for the long, hard, lonely winter that you and your kind must endureth, deservedly so. you wretched beastie.
