Mokus had had a difficult childhood, having been institutionalized for his formative years he had some tweaked nerves and jumpy reflexes. As a squirrel that actually came in handy and surely he was excellent at hunting hunts and avoiding predators. Yet in the institution he had no access to nuts, which made him very sad to no avail! Sitting in this dark padded room where he couldn't claw my way out drove him mad. He'd try and screech to get help from the outside but day after day, none came. By the time he was ready to give up any sense of adventure, personal self and happiness an earth shattering earthquake rocked his home. Big bombs dropped and many gun fights and in the end he saw a large crack in the corner of his room, big enough for him to escape from room. Looking around he found himself dazed in all the lights, too many bright lights and the heat it was unbearable so he ran of, as far as his little legs could carry him. Communicating with the squirrels in the wild he learnt about the best woods filled with nuts, they were on the opposite side of the country, so he had to do a looong journey.

In the end he made it to the woods just outside of an ugly place that the humans call philly, the air was cold, crisp and in mokus' opinion, rich and free. He climbed up trees, collected nuts and stuffed them in holes in the ground or up in hollowed out trees. He barked, he screetched and chattered for days, meeting his neighbors, his enemies and the big stinky humans that kept blundering into the forest. But he was happy, he was a happy little squirrel enjoying pinecones, hazelnuts and chestnuts. 

However his luck turned, one day he was making a crazy ass jump, from 1 tree to the next, but he fumbled the landing and dropped down a few feet. Dazed he looked around, and the world was flashing by, he freaked the fuck out, what the hell was going on!! He tried to escape, but again he found himself confined. It turned out he fell into the bags of a biker, this biker wearing strange cloths that were very hard, his claws and teeth made no impression on it. When the biker found his unlikely passenger they seemed amused and put in on their shoulder and drove further.

Oohhh yeah, mokus thought, the wind through his fur, his tail bobbing in the wind, THIS WAS THE LIFE!!

He decided to tolerate the humans touch and being fed properly on a lot of exotic nuts he decide to remain with the man who had picked him up. Despite having this annoying habit of perpetually complaining about cold weather, winter was coming or some bullshit like that. Come on you furless freaks, you just babies in the mind of proper squirrels.

But in line with mokus' life so far, disaster struck again, one day they were out riding in the wind and suddenly he was flying through the air. As he got to his feet quick, he saw another ominous looking human standing over his friend, and with some ruckus they took some weird looking stick that made a banging noise and he saw his friend slump to the ground, bleading from many holes that the stick had made to their chest.

He screetched very angrily, and ran out to his special lair with poisonous nuts. He ran as fast as he could on his tiny legs and jump on the back o the man. He wanted to hurt them, but slashing with his claws and teeth wouldn't be enough. So he evaded the human's hands, run on to the nape of his neck and bit the earlobe as hard he could. the man screaming in agony and as his mouth openen Mokus stuffed a big ass nut in his mouth. The poison working immediately, and locking the mans jaw. He struggled to move the nut and as he did it made contact with more of his mouth surfaces creating more rigid areas and soon he was choking on his own tongue. Mokus chattered victoriously and with a firm jump of the man's head he reached the trees. The man fell down in the dirt and gurgled, clawing at his neck but very quickly the trashing and gurgling stopped and tranquility reoccurred in the forest.

At this point Mokus was completely free again, he ran around, chasing squirellettes and put a nut in the right place wherever he could go! But not soon after, as was the trend in his life things went downhill again. A mysterious disease crept through the forest killing all trees. Mokus had to move away to avoid hunger and let's face it, forests become less fun places to live with only dead trees and no nuts.

But from one of the birds he encountered he got a good tip: in a far away place, the disease didn't reach as far into the desert and there in the shiny human place there were big hoards of nuts He decided to move into (nut) paradise and work to build a big ass tower and fill his warehouse with all kind of nuts