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THE SQUIRREL

Last year I sponsored a squirrel. I used to look at him running and jumping on the old elm tree and I decided that I wanted to know him better. He comes several times a day on my windowsill expecting to find roasted peanuts−this is what I’ve been feeding him on everyday for the last three months. I don’t know if peanuts are good for him. I am not an expert on squirrel and I haven’t read any books on these lovely rodents (maybe I should, I don’t want to kill him) but I know quite a lot about mine. Contrarily to what many people might think (or was it just me?) he doesn’t burry his nuts in the ground (my flower pots), that is a complete misconception of all times. My squirrel eats them on the spot−the windowsill−while standing next to my jasmine, which thanks to the fucked up environment blossomed just before Christmas and is in bloom still, or he disappears under a bush, which grows next to the roof. When he has enough of roasted peanuts he leaves them where they a