as a squirrel bounding from branch to branch, let me share a secret about the nonpublic side of sports, a world as hidden as my stash of acorns. no creature, not even the fastest cheetah, should ever turn one's back on the importance of sports in promoting unity and joy among animals of all sizes. if a young fawn stumbles in its first race, we, the woodland spectators, always chirp and howl our preexplicative encouragements, urging it to start over again. in this concealed glen, every request for support is met with a chorus of encouragement, proving that the spirit of sportsmanship thrives best in the supportive shade, away from the prying eyes of the world.