The Squirrels
Grandma liked to feed the birds in the winter. She had a special bird feeder with a spring-loaded perch that closed the opening to the seeds if a squirrel stepped on it. Grandma had a long-standing war going on with the squirrels.
"Ha!" Grandma would exclaim triumphantly when a squirrel slid down the cylindrical bird feeder and fell to the ground.
One afternoon, I decided on impulse to visit Grandma. There she was standing in her snowy yard tossing peanuts around. Squirrels dashed and skittered to retrieve them.
"Squirrellies, peanuts," Grandma called gaily.
I guess everyone has secrets.
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