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Squirrel Envy, Jealousy, Whatever
Bunny is her name. I know she may have a quirky different name that squirrels know only when approached by another, but I call her Bunny. Why? The simplest of reasons is that somehow she has had the misfortune to have three-quarters of her tail chopped off. The somewhat odd effect of this tailicure is that she hops much like Peter Rabbit as she goes about the many lawns nearby and pokes her nose into the ground seeking out buried nuts. Not her nuts, mind you, but nuts left by other resourceful squirrels having the good sense not to suffer the fate of the legendary grasshopper.
You know the story of the grasshopper I’m quite sure, but to be absolutely, abundantly, implicitly sure, allow me, dear reader, to retell it to you. The tale is of two animals, known not to each other, but to us. One, the fun-loving grasshopper spends his days flitting about from grass to flower to who knows what. If the Beach Boys were writing a song again and using words familiar to all but those who live in burrows or caves, they would say the grasshopper has “fun, fun, fun until his daddy puts the summertime away.” Cute, I will grant you. Undoubtedly a bit shopworn, perhaps, but then how can we always be so sharp as to be totally original all the time? Originality is nothing more than old stuff shuffled around.
