A squirrel died of heat stroke and fell out of a tree into my yard, and so today I have to bury it. Ella and I will stand vigil and I will say a few words, such as, "Here lies a squirrel. Though we only knew him for a short time, he was a good squirrel, who did good squirrely things. It was a tragedy for us all when on that fateful day he jumped
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