That’s Nuts

I walk to work at 6 a.m. and usually I’m one of half a dozen people making their way to the T. It’s peaceful usually. Peaceful enough for all the squirrels at the park by my house to be chilling out and eating the random acorn they find. It’s not unusual for me to see the squirrels in under one tree pigging out. Then last week I came around the corner and in front of the bus stop one particular squirrel had hit the jack-pot. He held in his paws a Snickers bar. The roasted nuts covered in chocolate were all for him to enjoy to his bushy tail’s delight. He sat there nibbling at his treasure while I watched him from afar.

He must have heard me because he dropped the candy and ran up a tree leaving the tasty treat to be discovered by another squirrel.