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Is It Not a Shame

Red squirrels, fluffy tails, clamoring up a tree. Chattering with their cousins, in a group of sixty-three. Gray squirrels, brown glittering eyes, to almost black. Staying to themselves, in four hollow tree stumps in the back. Making fun, laughing at, poking fun at each other. Just because they are a different color? One albino squirrel, seen easily at night. Hiding her peach fur, staying completely out of sight. Mother owl watches them run around willy nilly. Thinking how crazy they are for acting oh so silly. All the same species, she thinks, they should be all together. They stay up in the tree, chattering loudly, no matter what the weather. In groups of red or gray or brown, standing haughtily away from other colors. Is it not a shame they do not treat their entire species like sisters and brothers?

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