I Want To Be a Nutcracker

When I grow up I want to be a nutcracker my son said. I thought he meant ballerina, was he right in the head? It’s not because he’s a male but he simply can’t dance. As his mother I hoped that someone would give him a chance. I will hire him said grandma, all of my older squirrel friends will too. Our teeth are worn out and rotten, it is so hard to chew! He began his career at the age of twenty-two. He opens all of their nuts with hatchets of yellow, red and blue.