A squirrel ran up a tree.
To find some nuts to fill him with glee.
He found some nuts, just the right size, and squirrelled them in his mouth, which doubled in size.
He ran down the tree in a spiral-like way with the nuts in his mouth with no dismay.
Touching the ground with his tiny paws, he ran to a bench to rest and yawn.
Jumping on the seat and to the tabletop, the bench full of people welcomed him in with their looks.
They continued to eat; the squirrel looked around; he presented his nuts, hazelnut, and brown.
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James Green
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