SQUIRREL (in verse): Fall trees shed their leaves, And they face reality, Brave and unburdened.
ANN THE TREE: (sigh) Kevin, I'm 45 years old. It's time to get real. I will NEVER be a child prodigy.
KEVIN THE TREE: A prodigy at what, Ann? ANN THE TREE: I don't know. I never had talent or committed or practiced or actually focused on anything.
KEVIN THE TREE: Well, you know... it's all politics. ANN THE TREE: Yes! Yes it is. THANK you, Kevin! THANK you!
