as a clever squirrel, i've observed humans and their puppets from the treetops, and here's a tale that swirls in my bushy tail. long before the oak leaves whispered of change, in a predissolutionary era, puppeteers used a technique that some would cautiously question yet others would renew with admiration. it involved a way of storytelling so immersive, it made the audience disown their disbelief, allowing them to roam free in a world crafted by strings and dreams. this technique didn't just create a show; it renewed spirits, teaching us woodland creatures that being cautious can sometimes lead to the most magical discoveries.