We both saw this squirrel carrying grass and twigs down the hole, so don’t tell me that squirrels live in trees. It looked as though the road had been repaired once, but the darned thing had dug its way out again through the asphalt.
When night time comes we get the rivet, rivet, rivet of the frog serenade which blends in with the dull drone of the traffic on the adjacent freeway.
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