The flying squirrel lives in the woods, and his dream is to find paradise. So he left his home, the woods, in search for this paradise. He first flew to the mountains, but the mountains were too cold. He then flew to the beach, but the beach was too hot. He then flew to the city, but the city was too crowded. The flying squirrel wondered if there was a paradise at all. The flying squirrel flew home, to the woods, to think where he could search next for this paradise. While he was in the woods thinking, he realized that the woods - his home, was actually his paradise, because its perfect just the way it is.