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During my younger years, that young squirrel                                                                                                                                    
would not have had a chance. I don't eat squirrels,                                                                                                  
but I certainly would have put the fear of God in him.
                                                                                                                                                                                           I'm older now, but I still relish the opportunity to
chase squirrels every chance I get.  On my master's
property, there are no trees.  But our neighbor across                                                                                                 
the street has a tall fruitless mulberry tree.

One day I spotted a squirrel and could not resist the
challenge. When he spotted me, he climbed higher up
the tree and yelled out, "Catch me if you can, Old timer!"
He further stated that his name was Mr. FMS.  Later on,
when he began to taunt me, he said that FMS stood for                                                                                      
Fast Moving Squirrel.  He was so rude as to never ask my
name but assigned me a name of his own choosing. He yelled
out and said, "By the way, your name is SMC for Slow Moving Cat".

I tell you; he made my blood boil.  So, I climbed about three feet
up the tree and down I came. This cat/squirrel stand-off went on                                                                    
for about half an hour.  I must have faked a climb at least three                                                                                        
or four times.  To make matters worse, and to put me to shame,                                                                   
that squirrel didn't even change limbs. He kept taunting me, knowing                                                                
that I was 'over the hill' and never posed a threat.  That squirrel was in                                                              
his prime and lived free as a bird, never worrying about the likes of me.                                                         

Like I said, after about half an hour, I gave up and headed home. As I slowly
walked away, he kept taunting me, "Time for nap, nap time, time for nap".                                                                    
I said to myself, "Mr. so called FMS may be smart and agile, but it is                                                                     
very clear to me that no one ever taught him "paw-to-paw combat".

060722PSCtest, A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE, Brian Strand
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