My office mate was reading me this terrible short story from her mountain biking magazine in which a papa squirrel gets hit by a bus and tells his surviving children to run for the country. We've been making squirrel jokes all day, then suddenly, I had a happy memory about squirrels who wore clothing, had deafening squeaks, and sat on rubber furniture.
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Date: 2005-12-29 09:10 pm (UTC)