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Furry Ones with Sprinkles

They said this strange man ate his squirrel: such a lovely arboreal rodent, a creature that nibbles. First he eats its legs, then its body, but omits the heart. That is precious. What? We do not eat a squirrel? Boiled, broiled, roasted or raw? With sprinkles? There are strange people who choose certain creatures of fur. But never one that gnaws? And those spirited, spunky sprinkles? There are strange folk who resist a pitter-patter, with or without a squirrel, whether it be boiled or broiled, even roasted or raw - without those sprinkles and, of course, those spatters. There are funny folk. They don’t eat an arboreal gnawer? And do we think of Gnawer and his ark - with squirrels? So odd how we ponder on creatures of fur, with or without those spirited, spunky sprinkles. Brains do the oddest of things. (20 Sep 2024)

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