As my granddaughter dashed down the driveway with the recycle bin, a squirrel dashed beside her, branch to branch. When she stopped, the squirrel stopped. When she pressed on, thus did the squirrel.
This morning as we hurried to the car, the squirrel was watching us. Down the tree trunk it scrambled, black eyes locking with ours.
Such a sociable squirrel.
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