Your stomach growls at you yet again. One little acorn snack for the road shouldn't hurt. You leap back up onto the branch and traverse it to the acorn you saw earlier. You reach-up, pull it free and instinctively nibble off the husk to the creamy white nut meat within. It tastes so good, but hardly puts a dent into your hunger. You retrieve and eat several more acorns.
You begin to grow sleepy. It is rather late for a diurnal creature like a tree squirrel. You proceed up the tree trunk and find a cavity with soft nesting material within. You crawl in, curl up and go to sleep.
Morning comes and you hear voices...