“Help us, hero! The forest is aflame, and the wee animals can't find their way out. They can't fight for themselves, with their teeny-tiny little teeth and their soft furry paws! They're fluffy and sweet.
They have wet little noses!
If you don't save them, I don't want to even THINK about it.
<She slaps her palms over her eyes.>
I'm not thinking!”
