I had a quick lunch outside, and was joined by a rather bold lady squirrel. Perhaps she was nursing, but she was ravenous, and wanted some of my lunch. She wasn't content with sitting on the table near me, she climbed over my book and stuck her nose into my sandwich.
I tore off a part for her but she came back. I think she got tired of me blowing in her face to get her to scoot. Call me funny, but I wanted some of that sandwich for myself.
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Dining with a squirrel
I tore off a part for her but she came back. I think she got tired of me blowing in her face to get her to scoot. Call me funny, but I wanted some of that sandwich for myself.
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