Once upon a time there lived an adventurous squirrel-girl. She was known in her forest for having a surprisingly large appetite for stories of all kinds. She ate them unabashedly, boldly and with great fervour; a steady diet without end. She chased them. Organized them. Reorganized. It was even rumoured she was hoarding an enormous supply somewhere beneath a sacred tree waiting for the perfect reason to unearth them. She was always patient to find just the right story told by just the right person so she could bring to light and write their perfect story.