Mom has a new squirrel visiting her feeding porch. Well, we don’t know that it’s a new squirrel, but it’s newly recognizable.
Dude is missing a tail. He has less of a tail than Squirrel Nutkin, and that’s pretty stubby. But we suspect that, like Squirrel Nutkin, he had a lucky escape from a predator. So, of course, I call him Lucky McStubbs.
When I told Charlie I’d seen a squirrel with a stub of a tail, he said, “Are you sure it wasn’t a chipmunk?” I’m like, “I know a chipmunk when I see one.”
I’m not sure he completely believed me until he saw it himself. We see the little guy every day. I’m delighted to report that the other squirrels treat him like it ain’t no thang. Why can’t we be as sensible as squirrels?
It’s Tuesday, so I’m posting at Fatal Foodies, on the topic of happy leftovers.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Give a character a lucky escape that is not without cost.