"Squirrel-kini?" Autor says, and then he can't stand it anymore. At first, it's a little snicker. Then it's a giggle. Then he falls over on his side laughing and clutching his middle.

"I don't w-want you to have dysentery!" he calls, eyes tearing up from his incessant chortling. "This is sad! This is awful! Ahaha... Hahaha... Ha, okay. I'm good. I'm good."

He sits up, adjusting his glasses. "Looks like the trail splits?"