This afternoon as I pulled up in front of my dad's house, I saw a squirrel sitting on a tree branch with a large acorn clenched between his paws. He turned and eyed me up, and then he skittered down the tree trunk and into a burrow at the base of the tree. I imagined him in a few weeks, curled up tightly with his bushy little tail wrapped around him, sleeping away the cold, dreary winter without a care in the world.

Not a bad idea.

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