On arrival to the valley floor, I peer out the window to see a small, semi-flattened furry hump on the asphalt…a sure sign of a steel-belted demise. Getting closer I see it’s a squirrel. I mutter my condolences, and give it one last glance before passing it by.
The squirrel appears to smile at me in return.
Tags: Well Golly Gee.