The Squirrel Story

Hey. Are you ready for this? I'm going to start out with a retelling of the squirrel story. The other day at work I was cutting between the buildings outside and there was this wall with a pipe on it. The pipe went straight up for most of the wall then cornered off and went up to the roof at a slight angle. Imagine an upside-down "L" with the horizontal being at a slight upward angle. Got it? OK. Alright, as I looked at the pipe, there was a squirrel running up it. In its mouth was a crumpled up piece of newspaper. As the squirrel ran up and over the angle, it slipped. After a quick struggle, the squirrel could not hold its grip and it fell off the pipe. The little creature plummeted towards the earth, but luckily caught itself mere inches under the pipe. With some confused body language, the critter looked around and then hopped back to the pipe. The journey was not meant to be easy however. The cold must have allowed some ice to form, because the little fella just could not get a grip on the pipe. The slipping then caused the piece of newspaper to fly out of the mouth of the brave animal. A sad story that has a sad ending. The tiny rodent then had to flee to the safety of the roof sans a new piece of paper to add to his shelter. The newspaper was left as just another bit of litter floating around the lawn. Perhaps the paper would have a happier ending. Maybe it would end up in a recycling plant. Even better, it could have ended up as a paper mache(sp?) hat for a smiling child. But alas, I would never know. I entered the building right after the squirrel was gone, and I did not see the fate of the crumpled newspaper.