It's wonderfully warm outside, and nature is emerging full force. As I was sitting in my chair on the back porch, this fuzzy little guy ambled by. I was staring at him, wondering what he was going to grow into, where he was off to before I picked him up, and what he thought was going on when I picked him up. His life is probably fairly carefree, I thought. What would it be like to be him for a day?