Robin twitched. He was trying to [flick], but it didn't work. He tried
again. Twitch.

He snarled in anger. [flick]

Huh?

Anger! Anger! Anger! [flickflickflick!]

Grrreat. Everything fun that a squirrel body does, it does, like, by itself.
This is like bogus. How am I supposed to be like cute and clever and
wiley when I've got this like banner on my rump announcing every mood
to the world?

Robin concentrated very hard. /I am a squirrel. I am happy. I am happy,
and I want to flick my tail in a happy way. I want to look happy.
I want to be bouncy and frisky. Flick happily, tail. Swish. Go./

"Er, Mr. Locksley?"

"[flick] What do you want?" Robin glared at Khyron.

"You might not realise this, but those body movements are usually
indicative of sexual receptiveness in females. It is very distracting."

Robin screamed. "ChitterChitterChitterChitterChitterSqueak!"

"Ahem. Yes. I'm certain there might be a needed period of adjustment-"

"Adjustment!"

"-and under normal circumstances I'd be entirely happy to explain the
fine points of squirrel deportment and communication -"

"Under like /normal/ circumstances?"

"-but Chit has asked the we conduct you to your first mission immediately."

"What mission?"

"He feels that if you travel back to Dunwich, you will be able to acclimate
to your new squirrel body under real life conditions. So we are going
to let you out now. I want to thank you for your bravery in this
effort. What we have accomplished here is, um, a scientific feat whose
complexity and depth you can scarcely appreciate-"

"Appreciate! I wanted to be a like totally frithing /bunny/!"

"Well, yes, you see, I think you'll like being a squirrel much better."

"I'm going to gnaw your nuts off, you little -"

"/Please/! That's a highly inapproprate way of speaking to a squirrel.
I can't imagine why humans use *that* word for *those* organs. Anyway,
you'll be a far better spy as a squirrel. Bunnies employ squirrels
as servants, and since they view squirrels as stupid, they tend to
trust them more than they do their own kind. And your relative
clumsiness in the fine point of squirrel behaviour won't be noticable
by them."

"Why should I go back to Dunwich?"

"Well, we believe that Dunwich human, John McGregory has been looking for you..."

"McGregor. WHAT?! He doesn't *KNOW*!?"

"Well, really, Mr. Locksley, we didn't feel we should tell him
until you thought you were ready to discuss it with him yourself.
Patient confidentiality and all."

"He's - I'm! - You -!"

"Please, Mr. Locksley. You are doing those female things again."