Whils’t strolling thur the park t’day…
It’s a beautiful faux-Spring day here in Olde Faire Oakes ’n Willy wuz eager to go for his daily S&P tour of the Village…so I grabbed me olde walking stick, whistled (I know it sounds aimless but I swear there’s a tune in my head ’n t’day it happened to be The Bridge on the River Kwai, a very good walking tune)…
Ev’rything wuz the way it’s s’pozed t’be…at least as far as I could tell, Willy can be inscrutable at time…and then we topped the hill wherein lies the venerable Fair Oaks Clubhouse…and what to our wand’ring eyes should appear but a black squirrel…
Years ago, while passing through Vancouver Park, we saw black squirrels…up to that time I had no idea that they even existed…I’ve been told that there is a family somewhere out on Winding Way but I’ve not seen them for m’self but today, ah today must be an extra-special day for Willy ’n I spotted a black squirrel in the park…now, it’s true that he was on the bashful side ’n wudn’t speak with us…matter of fact, when I spoke to him (or possibly her, hard to tell the difference when you aren’t a squirrel) he ran up an oak tree ’n disappeared…
The rest of the walk went incident-free until Willy figured out that we were on the homestretch and began to hold back…he does that, begins to limp, looks at me as though he’s gonna cry but eventually he gives up ’n we come on home….
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