Squirrels. They're like tiny, fluffy little dictators. Always bossing me around, telling me what to do, and making me feel guilty for not doing it. "Store some nuts for the winter, human!" they chirp, their beady little eyes glinting with disdain. "Don't bother me with your human problems, I've got acorns to collect!"
But you know what? I love them for it. There's something about the way they scamper up trees, their little paws a-blur as they chase each other in circles, that just makes me want to join in on the fun. I mean, who needs actual exercise when you've got squirrels to play with?
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