there he was, on his side, as if he'd been standing just like that, little hands under his chin while he looked about, when suddenly out jumped a squirrel-tipper.
thats what i imagine happened to him for me to find him this way at 9am.
what else could it have been? i mean, clearly he wasn't mauled by another park animal. he was fully intact, like he just fell over... dead.
was the is the work of a secret squirrel-tipping society? was it a squirrel-hazing accident? or did he merely freeze to death last night?
whatever it was, i hope it was quick and painless.
previously:
weather or not - 2006-03-07
My Flight - 2006-03-02
poetree in motion - 2006-02-28
ultimate personality test - 2006-02-25
limerick e-trip - 2006-02-22