“My nut!” said Squirrella.
“Mine!” said Oaken.
“I found it.”
“I buried it last Fall,” Oaken said.
“I remembered the location,” Squirrella said.
“I dug it up,” Oaken said.
“I’ll eat it,” said a deer, entering the clearing.
“No way! It’s ours!” said Squirrella.
“Ours?” Oaken asked.
“Yeah, we’ll share!”