Many trees and many more bounces later, Clive came across a great big oak tree, with a deep hole in the middle of it's bow. This cast ideas into Topper Clive's head about dream homes and such like. The hole itself looked like it was big enough to fit seven or eight Tree Topper Clives, and then some, which probably could be a space for nuts and muffin and whatever else he might eat as a progressive squirrel with a new home. The hole was buried deep in to the heart of the soft of the tree, like a bubble of darkness that still kept the warmth of a living tree's insides. Tree Topper Clive went back outside to the ground and gathered some dead leaves that had gone all brown, and cracked all around the edges with a different sort of deader brown, and the edges were turned up a little bit too. So he took them back and made curtains for his new house, and a very intricate leaf cupboard for his nuts and tea service, and, of course, gloobleberry muffin.