once upon a time.. there was a squirrel. this squirrel was a very happy squirrel growing up and recognised the abilities it possessed to be able to collect accorns well. the squirrel started to leave its tree and was let out into the rest of the habitat and mixed with the other squirrels. as time passed.. the squirrel collected more and more accorns.. and made many friends amongst the other squirrels.. however slowly but surely.. this squirrel started to notice for the first time.. how its teeth for gnawing the accorn did not seem to be able to compare to the rest. somehow the other squirrels had a lovely bushy tail and perfect teeth for gnawing.. but this squirrel did not seem to. no matter how great accorn collecting skills this squirrel possessed.. somehow it had made this squirrel even more susceptible to the 'world' which the other squirrels lived in.. and this squirrel felt that it would never match up. this squirrel started to withdraw back to its tree and refused to leave.. and tried to somehow make its bushy tail and teeth better than they were just so this squirrel could feel to in some way match up to the other squirrels.. although this squirrel clearly knew that.. that was not really the crux of the matter.. and had real knowledge on collecting accorns. eventually.. this squirrel became sick and for a few years.. never really recovered. it eventually left its habitat and slowly but surely.. recovered its accorn collecting skills.. but the damage it had done to itself, its teeth and bushy tail.. could not be recovered. in the next few years.. the squirrel would revert between its two forms.. trying hard to lead the happy life it had led.. yet at times seeking comfort only in the tree. but its teeth and tail were forever destroyed. no matter how hard the squirrel tried to ignore that fact.. and tried to perfect it.. the 'world' would always remind the squirrel of it. but the squirrel tried its darnest to continue collecting accorns and mixing with the other squirrels and it did. although still tainted. through those few challenging years.. the squirrel managed to polish up on its accorn collecting skills.. and was able to communicate better with its fellow squirrels and actually had hope that this habitat was not a bad place. however.. sadly the squirrel knew its teeth and bushy tail however insignificant.. would never change.. and they were only a.. reminder of other things in its life. the squirrel's friends and the squirrel world had already formed a fixed image of the squirrel and the squirrel was too unwilling to break out of its comfort zone to improve things. but the squirrel did still acknowledge that it could collect accorns well.

eventually the squirrel died.