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.
Perhaps he had heard me fumbling with my camera?
When I looked through the camera this time, he was looking straight at me.
Now everyone knows it’s only polite to say hello if you meet a squirrel who seems friendly.
“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 continued to snap a few more pictures, amazed by how patient he was, how accommodating.
“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!”
And before I could stop myself I responded, “Why no, Mr. Squirrel, today is Monday.”
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.
Sigh… It was my own fault that such a delightful photo session had so abruptly come to an end.
And I knew better. 😉
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