There was a
squirrel outside of the Thompson family’s house that had lived there for
years. They called it Squinty Squirrel,
for obvious reasons. Squinty was quite territorial at first, running at the
kids when they came out in the front yard to play. It even bit Lisa once when
she was on the swing set. Luckily,
squirrels don’t really bite hard, and it barely broke skin. Still, little Lisa and her brother, Jerry,
were hesitant to go out for months after that.
After years
of dealing with a rage-filled squirrel in the front yard, Squinty seemed to
calm down, even became friendly. Mrs.
Thompson joked that Squinty had finally forgiven them for moving in, and would
accept them as friends now. In Squinty’s
old age, she rode on the kids’ shoulders rather than bit them. Things were much
better.
Squinty
couldn’t be old for long, though. Squirrels are not well known for their long
life spans, and Squinty wasn’t one to deviate from that standard. Jerry found her on the Welcome mat one
morning, dead as George Washington. He
and the rest of the family were shocked. They knew Squinty was going to die at
some point, but that kind of thing never really seems real until it happens.
Now there
sits a little makeshift head stone in the Thompsons’ backyard. “Squinty” is
scratched into it, and it will stay there for years to come.
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