Hello
Hey there, it's me, Bart, the Balcony Squirrel! You know, the one with the prime balcony spot overlooking all of Kitty City Squirrels. From my perch, I see every leap, every buried nut, and every squirrelly
spat. It's a drama-filled world out here, and I love every minute of it!
Now, you might think all I do is watch and gossip, but nope! I'm a splooter, too. That's right, I stretch out my legs, lie flat on my belly, and soak up the sun, all while keeping an eye on
the happenings below. It's a tough job, but someone's got to do it!
Yesterday, while I was enjoying a good sploot, I noticed something unusual. Mr. Nutters, the grumpiest squirrel in town, was running up and down the old oak tree like a squirrel who'd lost his last
nut. My ears perked up. This was prime gossip material!
I scampered down to the local nut bar, where all us squirrels hang out. With a mischievous twinkle in my eye, I announced, "You won't believe what I saw today! Mr. Nutters, yes, the same Mr. Nutters who never
shares his acorns, was in a frenzy!"
The news spread like wildfire. Every squirrel in the nut bar chattered excitedly, their tails flicking in anticipation. "What happened next?" they asked.
"Well," I continued, "Turns out, Mr. Nutters had misplaced his winter stash. He'd forgotten where he buried his acorns!"
The bar erupted in laughter. The image of grumpy old Mr. Nutters forgetting his acorn stash was too funny
to bear.
And as the laughter echoed through the treetops, I, Bart the Balcony Squirrel, the splooting gossip king, winked and scampered off, ready to catch the next juicy piece of neighborhood news.
