Catching the Wave/Transcript

(Episode opens with Pops sitting down by the creek. He takes a deep breath.)

Pops: Oh, look. A squirrel.

(He sees a squirrel up on a branch. A butterfly flies over to give it an acorn, and the squirrel gnaws on it. It then bends over to the ground to drink some water given a fish in the creek. It stretches out and starts taking a nap. Birds fly to it with a leaf in their beaks and they place it on the squirrel.)

Pops: I admire you, Mr Squirrel. You're in perfect harmony with nature. I am also one with nature. In fact, I wrote a poem about being one with nature. Ahem. (places a blade of grass over his eyes) A brow of grass, (places moss on head) ''and hair of moss. Puddles are my dipping sauce. (runs across the creek) A petal, a wing, arm or two, presenting a hug from me to you! ''