Squirreltown

By Mike Hall, February 7, 2026

It’s just a guess but it seems that

today is day number seventy-nine

or so

79 days of delectable Planter’s peanuts

laid out on the back porch

for Tiny and his furry friends

The protagonist and pesky character

arrived early today and

with an expression of great disdain

seemed to mouth the McEnroe words

“You cannot be serious”….

when breakfast wasn’t served on time

My bad, as I had, two days ago,

embarked on an indoor walking campaign

suggested by a local back specialist

Tiny was having none of it

When he returned in ten minutes

he immediately began savoring

each bite of his daily treat

with highly trained paws feverishly

working one peanut after another

Tiny is not the only contender

for this early morning delivery

Soon, as expected, Chico arrived

tail a waggin’ looking for his share

He rightly assumed that no squirrel

would ingest 79 treats after the

calamity on day 57…

that frightening morning when

Tiny ate too quickly and too much

and had to be rushed to urgent care

to have his stomach pumped

Oh, but I digress

When Chico tried to butt in today

he was chased off the porch by the

normally friendly Tiny

Next thing I knew…Chico had climbed

a Russian olive tree and was whimpering

like a four year old child when Adult Swim

has been announced at the pool

Oh well…Tiny’s appetite was sated

and upon his departure, Chico returned

for the remaining 23 peanuts and

life was back to normal in Squirreltown.