He was perhaps the roundest squirrel I’d ever seen, that literal ball of brown fluff. He eyed me warily—panting—and glaring out of his beady black eyes as if I would rip the slab of pizza from his dagger-like teeth. How could he know that this giant was supremely uninterested in consuming the square of cheese, grease and pepperoni that dwarfed even this plumpest of fuzzy tailed rodents?
As I watched him wheezing I wondered if squirrels have heart attacks.
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