Whither the Nutkins?

[Glebe]

Oh, whither fore art thou a Nutkins? And what are a Nutkins?

Why?

O Collector of Nuts, ye have squirrelled away a lifetime's supply of hard pecans. Yet, and I hesitate to say it, ye have left little in the way of pure nutkins for the other denizens of Tweedlewood forest to thrive upon, ye bastard scamp. Ah fuck.

As the great anthromorphologist Terry Nutkins once wrote, "Is it better a wee squirrel feast on corn crags, whilst other rodents nibble on scrags of wheat-chaffs? Granted, he was beyond all sanity by that stage... but still... where are you, little Nutkin... and why hast thou forsaken my nuts?

Nutkins' Lament.