For a Laugh

As I sit at our table, facing the back or kitchen area of our trailer, I look out on a slight hillside that is right behind the trailer. About twelve feet from our door and half way up the hill is the hole of a ground squirrel. He has another door over and behind our neighbor's trailer; about thirty feet apart.


While working at the computer I was watching him venture out and eat grass and seeds. He came down to the picnic table, close to us and out of the hole came another head. Now, maybe the ONE we say was actually sometimes the other one. (At the hole and lower left corner.)

B was out cleaning on the front of the trailer. All of a sudden I saw a flash of white out of the corner of my eye. There he was, making a mad dash for his door way with a prized possession that he had just swiped from B.

He kept smoothing down the sides with his paws. Maybe he wasn't sure it would fit down the hole. He kept looking back as if to say, "It's mine now and you are not going to get it."