Don’t know who was more suprised –

Dave, or Bob the Squirrel !

Brave Dave indeed!

They’re savage little monkeys –

and fast!

Just as Dave was going in to gently haul him out,

Bob shot past him,

and started doing a little panic tour of the room at breakneck speed.

I opened the back door in hopes he would go to the light,

and in the time it took to run and shut the pantry door, 

he was gone. Made a dash for it. Like a grey flash. 

So I got to thinking.

How long had he been in the Stove?

Had his wife been wondering where he was?

Were the children on the lookout for Dad?

Here’s how it went when he finally got back home,

after his Friday night escapade…

“What time do you call this, you philandering squirrel you !?? ”

(Surrey version)

“It’s not what you think Julie. I was trapped at the bottom of a deep black hole. One minute I was up on the roof, tormenting the rooks, and the next I fell down a chute and must have knocked myself out.

It was terrible. When I woke up, it was cold, dusty and dark, and I was looking out through a filthy little window, which really needed cleaning. But I was locked in!

Then suddenly the windows opened and these big hands were coming for me!”

“Don’t you give me one of your tall tales (tails?) ! You’ve been over the road showing your nuts off to that other one, haven’t you!”

“What other one?”

“I’ve seen you fluffing your tail, you old stop out! Here I am working my fingers to the bone, trying to keep these kids under control, and there you are, parading your nuts around in the other garden!”

“Julie Julie Julie, do ya love me?

Julie Julie Julie, do ya care?”

Listen to the first part.

Bob wrote it in the stove….