I don’t eat squirrels, honestly!!
quick little buggers darting between red cedars so carefree these midday entertainers pistachio beggars on hind legs I couldn’t help, but wonder how they would go down with a bottle of Cabernet sauvignon fried with some red onions, black pepper and Tabasco sauce
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