"I'm hungry and I'm tired of eating sycamore leaves and the twigs get stuck in my teeth. Please bring me some food, okay?"
"Who are you?"
"Does it matter? I want a cheeseburger--make that two, no three--and the large french fries and a strawberry shake. Oh, get me a coke too."
"What are you doing up there? Can't you get down and get it yourself?"
"I'm Samantha, protector of Sycamores against the greed of a capitalistic society."
"Oh. You're that girl that climbed up there a month ago, right?
"Right."
"Oh. Everybody thinks you came down."