Anything could happen. Together, she and Ulysses could change the world. Or something. - Kate DiCamillo

And hope is like love... a ridiculous, wonderful, powerful thing.

Not much goes on in the mind of a squirrel. Huge portions of what is loosely termed "the squirrel brain" are given over to one thought: food. The average squirrel cogitation goes something like this: I wonder what there is to eat.

If the rat had not looked over his shoulder, perhaps his heart would not have broken. And it is possible, then, that I would not have a story to tell. But, reader, he did look.