The Rude Squirrel

This morning I stepped to glass doors and spotted a squirrel on his haunches eating an acorn. We studied each other for a minute. He made no move to leave.

“Hello,” I said, thinking he wanted to be friendly.

But I was mistaken. He dropped his acorn and bounded for the fence. He will be back when he sees a dog he can torment.

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