A lone cup sat abandoned on a post outside the Albertsons library on the BSU campus. The cup is unaware that it is being watched. In the distance, on the far edge of the lawn sits a squirrel. The squirrel has no idea what Moxie Java stands for, nor does he care. There was only one thing on that modern day squirrels mind, I have seen this kind of cup before and I know what it has to offer. I can see from where I am sitting that this squirrel has a mission. A mission to search and discover what fortunes people have left for him.
             I can hear the squirrel chatter, as if to ask me if the coast is clear. Maybe he wants to know if I am going to eat him. I mumble to myself nobody is going to hurt you little guy, as if the squirrel can hear or understand me. He stands on his hind legs scanning the area to see if anyone or anything threatening is in view. Taking a few leaps forward to get a better look, he notices a student on a bicycle approaching. As the hum of the bicycles tires grow louder, he becomes more nervous. Closer and closer the bicycle approaches, becoming unbearably nerve racking. I see the squirrel unable to control his fear, bound towards a tree closer to the cup. He reminds me of a wide eyed child running away from the boogie man. Recklessly searching for a province of safety.
             When he reaches the tree, he scampers to a higher position. From his new lookout, the squirrel is at home. From above the squirrel seems oblivious to the rest of the world. I can picture the feeling he must have. Somewhat like playing king of the mountain and being the king. It seems that nothing can touch him, and he knows that. I find myself again relating to the squirrel, imagining myself being high above everyone and of the power you must feel looking upon those who seem to look up to you. The squirrel seems to lose sight of his objective for a moment, enjoying his command over the people below. Of course no one is really loo...