Don’t Bite Me

I have never seen Darla stay this interested in a squirrel for that long. At least an hour, maybe more.  The squirrel was scared to death. I felt so bad for him, sitting there saying, “please don’t bite me”.

Leave me

Leave me be, please just leave me to wallow by the fire in my misery.  I saw no squirrels, no raccoons, not even a chipmonk today. I must rest now.  Bid me adieu I pray.