A squirrel, in a hole, in the wall, in the office, watching me, watching him. He chewed through the electrics, he chewed through the water pipes and flooded the kitchen but he made my working day.
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What happened to the squizzer?
The squirrel fairy relocated him to the park, running free, free as the wind blows
Is this a true story Uncle Albert?
Well true