Mrs S

I was walking in a local park at lunchtime and praising Mother Nature yet again, this time for her choice of luxuriously coloured carpet. Just then, the ground cover appeared to come alive. I heard a rustling and out of a mound of dry leaves popped Mrs Squirrel.

I was surprised, nay amazed. She took it all in her stride. She posed awhile in her winter coat, threw me a wink and went about her business.