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  • One morning at our cottage in Nova Scotia, I walked downstairs and looked out the screen door. I saw a small, kind of furry, creature scurrying around the deck. He was brownish white and his movements were jerky, so I thought he was a chipmunk. Turns out he was a small squirrel.

    After my dad grilled burgers, he would find the squirrel eating the left over bits on the barbeque. One day my mom was eating lunch and the sqiurrel climbed up her leg. My mom freaked out. I gave him a few walnuts and he kept on coming back each morning for more.

    My Nova Scotia squirrel would never run away when I gave him a walnut. He was a great pet for the two weeks I was there. I miss him and hope to see him next year.
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