A squirrel has moved in with us. We call him Eilert. He is nice and I greeted him with all the eagerness I had. When I got tired of shewing on him, April continued. Now he lies deserted on the kitchen floor.
Eilert is a toy squirrel, of course. We got him with a ble of toilet paper that Paula and Daniel bought when they were grocery shopping this evening. If he would have been a real squirrel, neither Paula nor Daniel would have allowed us to socialize with him indoors, and probably not outdoors either. In that way, toy animals are a much better catch than real animals are.
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