It wasn’t supposed to snow this particular morning. It was the middle of March. And while snow is always a possibility this time of year in the midwest, it hadn’t felt like snow. So imagine our friend Lestor Morenut’s surprise this particular morning.
Lestor had dressed in his finest tie (he had an early meeting with Roberta – the landowner), made his cup of nut coffee and peeked outside his door. Ugh! Snow!!! At the rate this snow was falling the ground would be covered in no time. He quickly went through his mental list of where all his nuts were stored. He was prepared and ready for this storm. He thought about his clients, all of whom had carefully stored their nuts according to plan. They would be fine too.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a flash of gray. Of course there was Old Jeremy Curlflick — running around like a chicken with his head cut off, looking for food. Some squirrels just never learn.
Lestor rolled his eyes and went back inside to pour out the rest of his coffee. Because of the meeting with Roberta he didn’t have the luxury of crawling back into bed. But at least he didn’t have to panic about having enough food to last the storm.
