You leap, with the same degree of grace and agility as before, to the branch he sits upon. Rob (the squirrel) jumps out of the way and onto a safer, more sturdy branch as you crash into the one he left. You tumble through it, breaking it as gravity pulls you down to the ground. You are a bear. Bears are quite large. A branch that can hold a tiny squirrel is not guaranteed to hold a bear. Rob (the squirrel) lets another cackle out as you fall. It is the last sound you hear before you smash into the ground, shortly followed by twigs, branches, and an abandoned bird’s nest. You can feel the tiny bones that make up your back snap into various pieces as you touch the earth.

You choose to…

• …die.