I had a dream that a wild squirrel took a liking to me, so I decided to adopt as a pet. It was afraid of the dogs and wary of the cats, so I took care to keep the squirrel close to me whenever they were around. I kept the squirrel for a number of years, and the two of us grew very close. Then the squirrel grew old and died.

Instead of giving the squirrel a decent burial, my family took it, skinned it, and cooked it up for dinner. Needless to say, I was enraged. I took my cooked squirrel away from then and went on a rage-induced rampage.

Then I was killed by Kandarian demons.