Something is amiss. Chi-ci-cli is constantly texting on his little mobile wrist-watch when he thinks you are not looking, or giving paw signals to entities unknown. You wonder about this but you never say anything. This rodent seems such a good agent. Maybe you are imagining things.
Weeks go by like this. You seem to be getting nowhere on this obscure mission. Then, one day, while enjoying seedcakes in the West side of the Forest, the squirrel guns you down without a word. Of course you should have known all along.