Riddle 2008:1, 25 Oct 2008

Shiny and brown in the face,
Headstrong and tough in our cups,
Heavily falling from grace—
Found among apples and cats,
Fattening piglings and bears,
Squirreled away ’til we hatch.

I know, I know, imperfect rhyme. No prizes for answering this correctly, but don’t look in the comments until you’ve worked it out if you don’t want spoilers.

Written last week for a roleplay board.