| Monroe reading to squirrels: "Behold the squirrel; anticipator of nature - eagerly gathering food 'fore the icy fingers of winter." | |
Monroe: "Snatch away the bounty of autumn...scurrying about, warm grey bodies amidst the leaves..." | |
Monroe: "Nodding, silently knowing they'll be rewarded when the snow falls." -- L. N. Wyetzner. | |
[Squirrels throwing acorns at Monroe as he runs away carrying his book -- krak, krak, krak, krak] | |
