SQUIRREL (thinking): I like Fall. The trees slump... Like their hearts are broken.
TREE (thinking): Sure, (sniff) I SLUMP... (sniff) So? Who cares... Nothing matters anyway... (sniff)
TREE (thinking): I'LL NEVER FIND LOVE AGAIN!! WAAH!!
TREE (thinking): Oh no, no... (sniff) You don't have to- I'll pick all this up. God, I don't mean to be a BURDEN...
