SQUIRREL (thinking): I like Fall. The trees mope... Like sullen teens.
TREE (thinking): Um, OK, WHATEVER, I'm not "sullen"...
FWUMPF! The tree drops all its leaves. TREE (thinking): UGH! No one GETS me!
TREE (thinking): Oh my GOD... stop RAKING! I'll pick it up LATER, jeez...
