My friend blushes as she describes how her father proudly recounted to their whole family how the handful of
nuts (a dozen or so, no more) he'd brought home and was eating had been painstakingly recovered from the paws of
squirrels he had stalked and chased down.
And as to precisely why he was stealing nutmeat from hungry rodents as the cold season approached as opposed to, say, picking nuts himself? Well, he laughingly justified to his fuming wife, surely the squirrels would know which nuts were the good ones.
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