"Mommy, look at the squirrel! Heeheehee, he's cute." "Yep, it's a cute squirrel." "What's that on his tummy?" "It's a... a... a tumor, like nanny had. It's a tummy tumor." "Oh no, poor squirrel. We gotta get him to a veternary." "No, we should let him be. Squirrel tumors can't be fixed. We should let him enjoy his life." "Okay... bye squirrel. I'm sorry. Have a good life."