The Thing About Chameleoning Your Way Through

I Think If You Keep The Box Closed Long Enough You Do Kill The Cat, Actually.

This Squirrel Is Inadequately Afraid Of Humans! Squirrel, I Am A Threat To You! We Are Enemies! Please Get Off My Bench! Oh, God! Oh, God! Don't Touch Me—oh, God!

It Was An Indulgence, Learning Last Words. Other People Had Chocolate; I Had Dying Declarations.

We Imagine People As Animals Or Gods. -but She Was Just A Person, A Girl.

You Spend Your Whole Life Stuck In The Labyrinth.