Jerry the Squirrel by Shawn P. B. Robinson

Author:Shawn P. B. Robinson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Shawn P. B. Robinson
Published: 2022-03-15T00:00:00+00:00

“I can’t pay you very much, I’m just a poor old Squirrel, but I think I can pay enough. I would like to rent your upstairs apartment. Would that be okay, dear?”

After eating the warm, freshly baked cookies, he almost yelled out, “Yes!” but knew that he needed to be careful. He had just met so many Squirrels who had so many weird things they wanted to do with his house! “Um, do you do gymnastics?”

“Dear, I haven’t done gymnastics in a long, long time.” She smiled sweetly again.

“Are you planning on doing civil war re-enactments in my house? Shooting canons? Storing plants and filling the apartment with dirt and pouring water on them?” Jerry asked.

“No, dear. I think maybe you hit your head or something, dear,” she said sweetly. “Are you listening to yourself? Did we even have a civil war?” She smiled again. “I just want to rent the apartment to live there.”

Jerry chuckled. “I guess those must seem like odd questions. Yes, you can rent the apartment.”

The woman smiled again and took his hand. “You seem stressed, dear. Can I sing you a lullaby?”

“Um, sure,” Jerry said. He had had a rough day, and this lady was the sweetest Squirrel he had ever met.

She pulled out some knitting needles and began to knit while she sang. He felt himself relax. Every muscle in his body seemed to turn to jelly. He felt so happy and at such peace.

When she finished, he looked at her and handed her a piece of paper. It was the rental agreement to say she could rent it for a year. He was so happy to have found someone as sweet as Sherry.

Once they had signed the agreement, the old lady Squirrel stood up to leave. She smiled again at him and said she would be back the next day.

Jerry walked her to the door, and as she was leaving, he thanked her again for the cookies. “They were very good,” he said. A thought struck him. “Hey, if you were waiting out here all day to see me, how did you bring me freshly baked cookies?”

“Oh, dear, I just bought them down at the corner store and brought them up to you. They weren’t freshly baked,” she said.

“But they were still warm! How were they still warm?” Jerry asked, feeling quite confused.

“Oh, I was sitting on them, dear,” she said as she turned and made her way down the path.

Jerry thought that was odd, but hoped that was the oddest thing that he had to face with her. He hoped she would still bring him cookies, although he found it gross that she was sitting on them. He thought maybe he could ask her not to do that.

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