When icy rain threatened, he flipped his furry tail over his head and crouched under a portable blanket. No tingling toes or frostbitten ears for this enterprising fellow. 
As he snuggled, warm and protected, on my deck railing, did he plot his next raid on a near-by bird feeder? Behind those alert and watchful eyes, did mischief reign?
Or, in the Kingdom of Squirrels, was he a writer of mysteries, a troubadour of tales, a fabricator of fiction, a narrator of novels? Did his apparent innocence hide thoughts of murder and mayhem?
I don’t have a tail but I do have a comfortable quilt. It stands to reason: warm toes, warm brain, warm but mysterious characters; the imagination runs wild.
…and the plot thickens!
And the very best place to plan a plot is under a warm and cozy quilt!
Ooohh! Love the allitteration!!
Thanks very much, Miss!
Looking forward to a grey squirrel helping with the next mystery! My backyard squirrels keep me smiling!!! Enjoying ur posts!!
Thank you, Dianna. Yes, those squirrels are cute and interesting. A squirrel helping Darcy and Flora is an idea!