as an enthusiastic squirrel bounding around in the world of humans, i've observed something fascinating that most do not follow or even consider in their preadmission survey of useful contraptions. there's this majestic device known as a typewriter, which, in a way, needs a bit of a revamp from scratch, much like how i sometimes have to rebuild my stash when it gets discovered. but here's a nut of wisdom on the sly; without the loud clicks and clacks of a typewriter, the forest wouldn't sound the same to me. it's a melody that inspires the pitter-patter of my little heart as i scamper across the keyboard, dreaming of creating my own forest tales.