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Squirrel Tree

What are those furry bundles in the tree? They get larger in the evening if you ask me. Brown like chipmunks, but can they be? Or are they squirrels who want to grow with me? My mother stared at the tree and walked around it twice. She started to speak not once, or twice, but at least thrice. I think your idea is exceedingly rare and very nice. But these squirrels are rodents, much like mice. To cheer them on would be wrong, I think. Your dad would throw a fit to see them growing on the brink. Let’s keep them a secret, and hope they hop away. When they grow to maturity. What do you say?

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