Okay Back into the archives here. Something I dashed off at least ten years ago.
Believe it or not it will be spring someday. And with spring will come… the squirrels. Yes they will be back. Those vile and nasty little rodents. Yes they are rodents just like mice. And rats. They are conniving. They are resourceful. They steal what is not meant for them. But this year. This year we will defeat them.
“What do you think it is?”
“What do you mean?”
“Is it a bird feeder or a squirrel feeder?”
Ratso shrugged. “What difference does it make?”
“Well, you know…”
“Rizzo, you’re so worried about convention. Loosen up. It’s food. That’s all that matters.”
“Yeah, but they meant it for…”
“They may have meant it for birds. I don’t care. All I’m worried about is can we get to it.”
“Sure we can get to it. All you gotta do is run down the trunk, across the lawn, and up the post.”
“Well, sure, if you want to take the easy way.”
“Whata ya mean?”
Ratso ran out on a large limb, then to a smaller limb, then to a smaller one, till he was clinging to a collection of twigs, bobbing precariously thirty feet off the ground. He paused briefly, then launched himself. He landed safely on the roof of the feeder and was soon feasting on birdseed.
Rizzo shook his head in disgust. Then he ran down the trunk, across the lawn, up the post, and joined his friend at the bird feeder.