I'm working on a story.
I'm sitting dutifully at my desk and my fingers are tapping out words.
Out of the corner of my eye, I sense something waving at me.
Squirrel.
Having a picnic on the deck.
Making a bigga mess.
What was I doing
What was I thinking
Where was I . . .?
Aww, that little squirrel is so cute! Good luck finding where you left off... :)
ReplyDeleteHe, or she, is just too cute not to notice.
ReplyDeleteMaybe you should write a story about Squirrel!
ReplyDeleteYou were smelling the roses!
ReplyDeleteI definitely understand the feeling! We have the cutest chipmunks in our yard...
ReplyDeleteI'm wondering about the frequency of the squirrels...they must find you intriguing as well.
ReplyDeleteI really do think this squirrel is your muse.
ReplyDeleteMaybe he'd like to be in your book? or he wants to kinow the end of the story before anyone else? I'd like to live in a place where squirrels could visit me..
ReplyDeleteThis post is amusing. :-)
ReplyDeleteWhat a little tease! I think he's observing you.