Oh, hello park visitor! Nice day we’re having, isn’t it? What’s that? You plan on using this bench? OK, but I was here first you know. You’ll just have to wait until I’m done…. I’m sorry, did I read what? The sign that on the front of this shelter that says “RESERVED?” Sir, you do know I’m a squirrel, right? I’m afraid I don’t know how to read your written human language. Just who had the authority to say you could claim this bench as your own for some specific set time anyway? The lady at the park district office? Sir, please… that lady has no right to make me move off of my bench I’ve been resting on between chasing the ladies around and burying my nuts all day long. Not necessarily in that order, mind you. I’m just saying……. um….. ooooh, is that fried chicken in that basket? You know, I think I could work out an arrangement that would satisfy both of us, kind human. I’ll gladly share my bench with you for maybe a plate of that chicken….. oh my, those mashed potatoes look absolutely to die for! Here, let me scooch over so there’s enough room for you and the whole family! Who says people and squirrels can’t co-exist together? They do in the world of Saturday Squirrel, I tell you! Oh, could you pass that ketchup, please….
Have a great weekend everyone!