Terry shoved the squirrel back into his pocket just as the strange man had grappled him. Terror ripped through Terry like a knife through butter. Almost immediately a sense of curiosity came upon him, and he was no longer scared. 

"There isn't any sort of pots in the pea pod, is there?" Terry said calmly. "I'm Terry. I'm a man, just-" Terry paused to sigh. "Just looking for his place in life. And you? Who are you?"

Terry fell limp in the man's grasp.