Just outside my office window is an impetuous squirrel named Herbert. Herbert plays outside my window every day. The first time I noticed him was the first time he dove headlong into the glass with a great THUMP. At first, I wasn't sure whether to protrude my bottom lip in pity or to laugh. But as time passed, this habit of his (for it WAS a habit) began to cultivate a sense of endearment.
Herbert has become such a beloved friend that will be greatly missed by me and my fellow librarians when fall gives way to the biting cold of winter. Soon he will seclude himself and become sluggish, perhaps never to be seen again. At least, not by me....
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