What’s this?
Somebody left something for me on my front porch?
Oh, I know what it is.
It’s a shell.
An empty shell.
.
.
And I bet I know who left it here too.
That pesky squirrel.
The one that hangs out around here and gives me a bad time.
The one who stole my Christmas lights.
I bet that pesky squirrel thinks I’ll forgive him since he left me these peanut shells.
I bet that squirrel thinks he can trick me into being his friend.
But I know better than that.
I know what he’s up to.
He’s using my porch as a place to dump his garbage and trying to make me feel happy that he’s doing it.
But that pesky squirrel can’t fool me.
I know what he’s up to.
Because if that squirrel was sincere – if he was actually trying to make up for stealing my Christmas lights –
He would have left me the peanuts!
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