Milton (on left): I’m not moving.
Otis (on right): But I want to go north, and you’re in the way.
Milton: Too bad.
Otis: C’mon, bro, humor me. I’d move for you.
Milton, snorting: Yeah, right.
Otis: Really. Don’t you remember I moved yesterday so you could tightrope south?
Milton: I don’t remember that.
Otis: Well, I did. Now, move!
Milton: Nope. Not happening.
Otis: So how can I get over you to the pole?
Milton: Hm, let’s see. Pole vault?
Otis: You’re kidding, right?
Milton: Guess you’ll have to wait til I decide to move.
Otis: Oh, bother. I’ll just drop to the ground then.
Milton: Wait, there’s a dog down there!
Note: No squirrels were harmed here. Otis dropped to the evergreen, then went on his merry way. Milton left when he felt like it.