There was once a beast dreaming of becoming a squirrel. He loves thinking about the squirrel, how they look so cute and clueless. How nimbly they move and go about their day. Unlike this one horned ignorant beast who is such a lackluster and too heavy to walk a mile.
The squirrels can pick up their own food. They can play catch ball , run and have fun and on their afternoon siesta they can snatch a cup of tea from solitary humans in the park. The bulky and furry beast could not even talk to strangers. Could not make his bed, could not dig his ditches and could not do almost anything. Pretty useless for his size and potential. That is why he admires the swift squirrels from the south of the park.
I just finished that doodle and named him the ignorant beast and wrote something about him with a snap of a finger while I am still in bed. Hope you like it.