This is a picture of a squirrel. It's not really my squirrel, but we had to find a picture of a squirrel, because we never got to take a picture of my squirrel because we keep missing it. This is what I named my squirrel. I named it Princess Leia.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
My Squirrel
Posted by Cole Cox at 3:30 PM
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Cole,
I like your squirrel. I had a pet squirrel when your daddy was a little boy. We named him Rocky. Rocky was deaf. He could not hear anything. Rocky lived in a cage in our house. One day Rocky was running loose in the house. Your daddy was sitting on the couch, wearing baggy short pants. Rocky ran up his leg and into his pants. Jeremy was hollering and jumping around, and trying to get one of us to get Rocky out of his pants. We were all laughing so hard that we could not help your dad. Finally Rocky made it out of your dads pants. I am sure Rocky was as glad to be out of your dad's pants as, your dad was to get him out.
Enjoy the squirrel. They are fun to see.
Love,
Grandpa Dan
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