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The Zen Squirrel Theories

    Hey, everyone. I've been thinking about the squirrel I told you about yesterday. I'm an avid student of animal behavior and I think I've come up with a few more possibilities for his odd behavior.
1. My car is gray, like him. He thinks the car is the biggest, shiniest, scariest squirrel in the world.
2. He's staring at his reflection, being a supremely egotistical squirrel.
3. It's a zen thing and he is trying to achieve inner peace.
4. A friend of his was struck by a similar vehicle and he is in mourning.
5. He is trying to determine if my car is edible.
6. He is hoping to write 'wash me' on the vehicle in squirrel language.
7. He placed an acorn in the tail pipe, like Eddie Murphy in Beverly Hills Cop and is currently gloating over disabling the vehicle. (Eddie used a banana)
8. He was sitting to the east of the car so as to block the extremely cold west wind.
9. He has heard the engine running and thinks that there are captured squirrels under the hood, doomed to a lifetime of servitude. He is justifiably concerned and is even now planning a sophisticated prison break.
10. He was having a macho stare down with his own reflection and was too stupid to know it.
11. He was trying to make the car disappear by mind control. If he succeeds he will open a magic show in Vegas, wearing a sequined squirrel suit. He is currently recruiting a beautiful squirrel assistant who must look good in Spandex.
    From the Zen Garden for Squirrels, I'm CE Wills. PS: The above pic shows two holes eaten in snow along a fallen tree. I suspect a squirrel did it for a drink of water when the creek was frozen. What do you think? Goodnight.

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