Edgar Allan Squirrel is a vandal. Yes, I know it is sad news, but truth is truth. I’m hoping it is a short-lived aberration, but I must tell you this rodent is an opportunist at heart. He isn’t above thievery and even has a taste for it. Case in point: stealing sunflower seeds from birds. But, vandalism! I must have a talk with him.
It’s like this: My porch swing has a cushion which includes padding for the arms. I should say, it had padding. Enter Mr. Squirrel. I’m sure, looking at it from E. A.’s viewpoint, the stuffing inside the pad is soft and makes a dandy lining for his nest. But, that stuffing, as well as all the porch swing and its accouterments are mine!
You and I know that Mr. Squirrel is a writer and I suppose he could be into a mystery concerning something hidden in padding, but this is really giving him the benefit of a great big doubt. Or, perhaps he needs it to keep his feet warm as he sits at his typewriter. Yes, that may be the reason.
It means a lot to him. He is willing to risk life and limb to obtain it, as I learned when Nemo spied him and gave chase. Edgar Allan, being quick-witted but very stubborn, ran for his life, refusing to drop his mouthful of stuffing. So, if it’s that important to his well-being…
Perhaps I shouldn’t have left it so readily available. He just couldn’t resist temptation. So, is E. A. Squirrel’s foray into crime actually my fault? Having a neighbor who is not only a squirrel but is also a writer can, at times, be a trial.
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