The two old guys were sitting in the sun. Where the rays had not come through the grass was still frosted, there was paper thin ice on the waterbutts.
- I’ve not seen the squirrel for a bit. Where do you think he is?
- Maybe in a hole in a tree or a nest high up. He’ll come out when the sun gets to him.
A minute later, enter the squirrel, with a whole digestive biscuit in his mouth. He’s got at least one human well trained.
- I don’t think you should bury it, Mr Squirrel!
But he did.
This story first appeared in the Will Turnstone blog.
Image from wikipedia, Eastern gray squirrel.
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