I met a squirrel yesterday. And I sort of followed her as we were walking the same way. I waited while she buried the acorn. At first tentatively and then busily in a perfectly manicured lawn. Not golf course but close. Afterwards the squirrel turned around, rose on its hind legs and looked at me. Hey, I can keep a secret.

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