It was not really the end of Ivy’s squirrel. Mommie inside her ‘what could seem a harsh demeanor’ was really
a softie. She nursed a goose with a
broken leg and with near graciousness cleaned up his poop all over the kitchen
floor. She brought weakly new born lambs
into the kitchen for first aid. Thus she did not get rid of Ivy’s squirrel.
Daddy with her blessings built a cage for the squirrel. Mommie did insist that he stop eating the
living room curtains. And she fed the
animal for Ivy was not as maternal as she might have been, but she was but a
child. Neither Arville or I felt
allegiance to Cordell’s gift.
One sad day when Mommie went to feed the pesky animal; the dastardly thing made a break and ran off
into the woods. Mommie’s efforts to find and recapture him
were futile. Her only recourse was to find Daddy who was in the far field taking
care of a broken fence. He came with
annoyance and set out to capture the run-a-way pet. For what was an hour, but seemed like many
hours to him who sought the squirrel and
to us who watched, Daddy tried to capture it. Ready to give up, he turned to go back to the house. The
squirrel jumped from a tree into his arms. It clung to his shirt. The protector and provider of our household proudly
returned the squirrel to his cage.
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