Tuesday, August 28, 2007

 
My mother told me that I had to write this or she would not do any more blogging stuff. So here it is.

My mom had said that Jay and Squirrel were dead, or disappeared. She was wrong. Right then I looked out the window, and there was Squirrel, hopping along with a giant nut in his mouth. He looked around once he was in his digging spot, to the side of the garden, and began digging. After about a minute, he stopped, looked around and began again. This happened two or three times. Squirrel ran off after the burial was done.

Immediately Jay showed up, and went to the hole, dug around a bit, and fished out a nut. Quickly, he went into the garden, dug another hole, and buried the nut. Jay looked around now, and put a few crumbs of dirt back in. Looked down, wasn't satisfied, and put a bit more in, and a bit more. Then he flew off into the tree to watch.

Squirrel came back from whatever errand was keeping him, looked into his hole, and dug around a bit, looking for the nut. He looked up, sighed, and in my mother's words, said, "Oh well. Better go get another one."

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