I met the cutest little fellow on my walk today.
He was chasing another squirrel – a female, I presume – up and down a great oak tree. Round and around, up and down the tree they went, head to tail, so close it looked like one squirrel instead of two!
And then suddenly – he came back down the tree. And stopped.
When I looked through the camera this time, he was looking straight at me.
“Well hello there!” I began. “And how are you this fine day, would you mind if I took your picture?”
And the squirrel turned slightly, as if to give me his best side.
“Why no, I’d be happy to,” he replied. “How’s this?”
“I say,” he went on, “Do you happen to know what day this is? It’s still Sunday, isn’t it? I have ever so many things I’d love to do today!”
No sooner were the words out of my mouth than I remembered: Squirrels HATE Mondays.
And without a word – poof! My squirrel friend was gone.
And I knew better. 😉
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