the old bloke was squeezing a notebook to his chest, but didnt let me peek inside. instead he wrote some advice (?) for me (as an answer to the question the squirrel asks as an answer to a comment he made on paper about life). i´m ashamed i didnt spend him a beer, at that time i was distracted by other things. need more clear thinking...

edit: i´m no translator, but - without rhyme though :/ -  something like: the cats are dancing, with paws ever-so gentle and soft as velvet, the dance of the ... "chaoten" ?