The Cranberries

'When you're gone,' I warned this morning, 'you're gone!' referring to the heap of cranberries he was wading through.

On emptying the fridge I found a few cranberries skulling which I'd forgotten about and Nick the squirrel just adored them. He worked like crazy not knowing whether to eat them, stuff as many as he could into his little cheeks or bury them for leaner times. Unhappily couldn't do all three at once but he tried.