A happy little Mind Control Boss is sitting in a glade of wildflowers.
   Sunbeams dance on butterflies as Mind Control Boss tries to direct some
   deer to change the administration of a small nation state.
   "[honk]!" snorts a deer.
   "And that silly-looking public administrator: get somebody with a
   firmer jaw. Do people notice jawlines nowadays?" replies MCBoss to the
   deer.
   The deer leans down and pulls up some early spring shoots and chews on
   them.
   "Yeah, I agree." mutters MCBoss. "Red squirrel! Bring the public
   administrator right here into my office. Maybe a little bruised."
   A red squirrel begins chattering at MCBoss. It makes a typical
   beatboxing noise, over and over and over again.  Soon other squirrels
   around join in.
   The deer looks up at MCBoss and then looks at the squirrels. They stop
   chattering for a time.
   MCBoss pauses. "I'm sorry, is this my office?"
   A few butterflies fly by MCBoss's face, one brushing against him.
   "I might be a little confused. If somebody could direct me to my
   office, I'd be in their debt. I'm very sorry."
   A squirrel jumped down a tree and made a low vibrating sound a few
   times as it ran across the glade and down an animal trail.