June 29, 2007
Every day as I walk around the quad, the squirrels sit in the grass acting busy while following me with their eyes. Some days I just want to pick them up by the tail, whirl them above my head and fling them across the quad. Why? Because I think it would be funny seeing the wind flap their little cheeks as they fly through the air, their little feet scurrying to run in the air. It's not that I want to hurt them, I just want to put a little excitement in their lives.
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