Love is the only beast
that bites after it's dead.
(Except for reptiles.)
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There's a squirrel who comes to my porch sometimes to beg for peanuts when he sees me outside. This afternoon, I heard him running through the drifted leaves, but then he took a sharp right turn and ran for the tree on the other side of the driveway. There was something about the way he was moving that signaled major excitement, not his usual stop-and-go scamper. He seemed to have some difficulty climbing the tree.
I walked across the driveway to see why, and saw that he was carrying something in his mouth. Something beige, about half his size. Something with long dangly things on each side. Oh good grief - it looked like he was carrying a baby rabbit!
I got closer and discovered that he was carrying a small ear of corn. The "bunny ears" were the husk.
He was so excited, and so obviously happy, and so determined to get that thing up to the top of the tree.
Somebody may have lost part of their door wreath.
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1 comment:
That's hilarious! I would have loved to have seen that...
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