The Tale of the Misunderstood Squirrel

"My name is ….Ooh a nut. Sorry, where was I, I’m Charlie the squirrel. I love scurrying around, jumping from fence to fence. I always got very hungry in the park, where I used to live, as all the other squirrels collected the nuts faster than I could. So I decided it was time to move. In the dead of night I crossed the now empty road to a street which from now on I would call home. I found a nice garden to sleep in and quickly made myself at home. The people next door were even kind enough to leave me bits of food to nibble on. But the family who owns the garden don’t like me. One woman has labelled me ‘the evil squirrel’, shouts at me, threaten to shoot me with a water pistol *sob sob*. What have I ever done to her? I don’t see her very often so hopefully I will be able to scurry in peace. If you visit and keep a keen eye out maybe you will see me. Until then, goodbye."