Once upon a time there was a little squirrel by the name of Mr. Frank Acorn Squash. Was he married, a bachelor, dating seriously? Nobody knows. But one day we saw him jumping through the trees, scouring for acorns.
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| No, Mark is not Mr. Frank Acorn Squash |
He would find acorns and nuts up in the branches and throw them down to the ground, making little piles everywhere. A couple times he nearly fell as he climbed all the way to the outskirts of this HUGE tree. But Mr. Frank Acorn Squash was not deterred. He kept climbing and climbing until he reached the tippy top, where he remained for quite some time until we had to be heading back.
So we will never know what happened to Mr. Frank Acorn Squash (a combination of what Mark and I both thought his name was). Or if he went down to gather the acorns he spent so long collecting. Or if he had a family to feed back up in that tree. Hopefully, we will see him again one day soon.
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| We made some good wishes :) |
And maybe the next time we meet him, we will have a little someone to introduce him to... who I'm sure will appreciate Mr. Frank Acorn Squash much more than you! HA.
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