Jasper is an eclectic gatherer. He might look cute, he might laugh in rough little crow cackles, but he has a habit of dive-bombing through the trees to snatch a treat, to grasp at a berry or nut or herb, startling anyone in the vicinity as he goes. Sometimes he gets tangled in the branches and has to be rescued by passersby.

That just seems to be his style. No amount of telling him to slow down or be careful will change his impulsive tendencies. No amount of sighing or scolding will make him stop being him. Any care or discipline that he gains in life must come from his own experiences, and if that means he has to get tangled in a tree a few more times, or crash into the boggy waters and come out all stinky, then that is what he must do.