Peter the squirrel and the the tall cedar he was sitting atop were black shadows against the dark blue evening sky. Peter's twitching tail was the only element suggesting the scene was not a perfectly executed paper cut-out.

...all of a sudden, halfway up the tree, the squirrel remembered how to dance. He remembered that all things dance in their own way.  Lifting and spinning his perfect body midair, all the lost and forgotten nuts and berries and love poured back into his tired soul.

Scurrying up the rest of the tree took much less time than he thought it would.