The story of a squirrel
Well . I am a weeny squirrel just midning my own business and looking out for nuts . Well if you are in india and if you are born in a posh resedential area of suburbs of New Delhi , Then you look out for bajra , left over food of yesterday .....sometimes if lucky strawberry . But today is new , a family has brought a home in the Galaxy apartment , (My home) . Thats what the Mrs. Pigeon told me yesterday. This home is usually have been kept on rented but now a new family has taken it . Almost suddenly i am scared for the big tree , Mostly these humans have cut down most of them around the colony, and we dont complain as we have adapted and have founded home where ever little space we can afford to get, but this tree is love . Big lush leaves , the best shade you can ever expect in the hot summers if you know the weather , and yeah a home to my mates . Three days have passed , the lady of the house seems to be nice , she keeps a bowl of water and provided something different to eat everyday , but they are still new .It will take a lot of time for me to trust them. But yes ! the lady is nice .
yours truly Ramu Squirrel
