Little Owl was wondering aloud over dinner, who was in charge of our house. Apparently they had always thought it was mummy, but then mummy got herself locked in at the allotment and daddy had to rescue her, so it couldnโt be mummy after all. Daddy then? Ha, no. God? The government? Finch frowned with concentration. This required deep consideration. Suddenly he leapt out of his chair. He had it! The underground squirrels!
He was absolutely, deadly serious, so we all stared at him for about ten seconds. Then Big Dreamer rubbed his chin, and conceded that sometimes a curveball would come your way in life, and who was to say it wasnโt thrown by underground squirrels? So there you have it. Underground squirrels everyone. If youโre ever in doubt, blame the underground squirrels.
I shall leave you with that thought and wish you a very Happy Easter.
Happy Easter. Underground Squirrels – now I wonder what they might get up to when humans aren’t looking
Brilliant