This fellow was on the front fence, hunched, looking positively depressed (is that an oxymoron?). What's wrong, rodent? Have you just realized you'll never remember where you buried all those acorns? All that work for nothing! Or are you tired of being told you're nothing more than a rat with a bushy tail, or being written off as just another darned easterner?
Well, I hear ya. When in doubt, get horizontal. Move over, squirrel, make some room.