as a squirrel with a flair for the dramatics, i've seen humans engage in a curious dance called fencing, where they're masked and holding slender swords, darting back and forth with the elegance of forest creatures. it's a spectacle that initiates from the genesis of their desire to playfully combat without leading to the predissolutionary consequence of actual disownment or harm. their swift movements conclude with one being declared the victor, yet both walk away with respect and camaraderie, a lesson for all creatures on how to resolve differences without losing the essence of fun and honor.