The Little Red Squirrel

I spent my days inside my backyard for most of the summer I have a pet visitor who loves cherry tomatoes and finds them succulent and juicy. She checks the fence everyday for items that could be used for cheek stuffs. I watch her flit this way and that and sniff my tomatoes until I lose composure . I hate it when she leaves remnants atop my fence. She definitely makes a mess of things with her squirrely shenanigans. She's a finicky eater who eats only the red tomatoes and leaves behind the green. One day a raccoon decides to emulate her by jumping onto my posts. He is so hefty that he causes my beautiful plants to break and fall. On that particular day, Ms Lady Furette stays at a distance. She knows I am not pleased. As I replant, she patiently stays by the wayside and keeps a watchful eye on me. "Tomorrow I'll bury the pulp behind that awful beluga of hers " she thinks as she wags her tail. I eye her and wait for her to throw me that furtive glance that says, " Aren't you done yet? " The End.