We here at the BBC (No Relation) had sunk into the pits of despair because we haven’t seen one hair of a bushy tail or one chit of chittering music to remind us that Ratatosk was still around. Had he died? Sunk into a coma from munching too many yummy ChaoAcorns? Where is our good friend, our ally against the menace of the Grey(face) squirrelist hoards? I thought we’d never see him again. So I was delighted when our high-tech security cameras caught him sneaking into our art gallery to check out one of the finer exhibits. The fairy dust sparkled nicely in the photo, too, but it was a real pain to sweep up.





In the old days, 
