As I was walking around the back of the house on a bright and sunny summer morning I noticed that a red ripe tomato from my container garden on the deck above had fallen onto the path below.
Curious as always I wondered: How did that happen?
So I walked up onto the deck where I discovered more tomatoes off the vine. Tomatoes with little teeth-y marks on them. Tomatoes that seemed to have somehow fallen from the vine prematurely.
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Immediately my mind went to our
favorite sneak resident squirrel, Fuzzy. So I bided my time and waited to talk with him when he stopped by for his daily afternoon visit.
After we exchanged the usual pleasantries, I looked him straight in the eye and asked: Fuzzy, do you notice anything different around here? There seems to have been a crime committed. A theft.
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To his credit Fuzzy took the time to look around before he denied all culpability in the crime. He looked to his left.
He looked to his right.
He glanced immediately below onto the deck.
Then he suggested that the real culprit in this crime was that nasty old raccoon who lives in the old tree on the other side of the ravine.
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When I mentioned that the nasty old raccoon hadn’t been seen in years and was presumed dead, and therefore incapable of stealing green or red tomatoes, Fuzzy ignored me. This was of no concern to him.
Having answered my questions to his satisfaction, Fuzzy then set about doing that which he had come to do: he started licking the terra-cotta pot to get his afternoon salt feast.
And I was left with the impression that I’d been conned once again by Fuzzy the Squirrel.
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