"Except for the pink nose, he was white as a white squirrel can be. He was apparently playing with other grey blackish squirrels with pink noses. They were on a green grass of a hillside park, near a not-so-high-not-that-small tree full of brown nuts. The sun was shining bright on the blue sky illuminating those high spirited animals jumping from one place to another, their white and grey blackish tails floating on the air, squishing to one another and rubbing their heads. It was, indeed, a very beautiful scene, a ballet of very precise moves, but I disturbed everything with my look and curiosity when I came close and all the squirrels started to run away leaving me forever alone."