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Littlenut!
By Diana J Legun   


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Doesn't this just say it all?

But about the only thing we can do is preserve humor and some form of beautiful, and keep the flame that way.

So, the end-note is a story about Littlenut:

Littlenut was an injured or deformed baby squirrel. (Don't worry, it gets better.)  When I watched Littlenut I saw there was something wrong with him.  His back legs stretched out, unusable and dragging.  (Just a few more sad words, then the good part.)  He was very small for his age, but he drug himself around on his elbows, underneath the bird feeder each and every day, scooping little seeds into his mouth with his hands.   (Really, it gets much better.)  He went on like this for months.  Each day I thought he would get eaten or die.  Each day he did neither of those two things.  Even though his body was broken, (don't worry, we are almost to the improvement) his face was so much cuter than all the rest of the little brown baby squirrels scampering around this crippled one, to whom I gave the name Littlenut.  He had extra big brown eyes and more auburn color to his fur.  Littlenut was special to me.  He was a ginger.  I watched him grow and marveled at his survival, always recognizing him from the crowd, as his tail appeared to not bend and curl up over his back like the other squirrels.  I saw him grow just a little tiny bit.  (Please know this is a happy story.)  Months and months later, I saw no more brown Littlenut of any size.   (....wait for it......)   Then one day,  I saw a large, fluffy gray squirrel whose tail didn't wrap up over his back like the other large, gray fluffy squirrels.  I watched that one.  And, as I watched the squirrel with the straight tail, I saw that he listed to his right each time he sat up to nibble on his peanut.  And then he fell over.  Every single, wobbly time, he fell over.  That's when I knew.  This was Littlenut to be sure.  (Here is the good part!) My heart jumped with joy and I was swamped with optimism about the power of survival.  When Littlenut turned and looked my way, I saw that same brown face, not a grey face like the other normal squirrels.  The last whisper of doubt vanished.  There were his extra big brown eyes.   No mistaking.  Maybe Littlenut was a bit mongoloid, but were he not, how would the message of 'downtrodden rises to flourish from tragedy to triumph' be delivered so unmistakably to the stupid human?  Hmmmm?    And it's really all about us.....isn't it?    THE END  

 

 

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