sometimes i go down to the river and i ask myself "who am i?" who hath come before? mymymy hair in many colors and designs who hath put these colors in my head, in my thoughts? for am i myself but a thought? nay. i am a squirrel. how these humans, humans do not understand the brilliance of my ways, ialways  wonderer. i have infiltrated their projects. i have assumed their forms. my plan is almost complete. the end is near.i got bugs in my brain