I’d made it to the top of the favorite bush of the high-voiced one. I breathed deeply expecting the air to be thinner at this higher elevation. Everything seemed okay. I must have the ability to adjust quickly to heights. I looked around, searching for something, anything I could use for revenge. The seat of the bush was flat with a large branch on each side. I put my front paws up on one of the branches and searched the horizontal surface beside the branch. Suddenly, my eyes spotted the perfect object. It was exactly what I had been seeking.