I think a out this all the time. Why don't you see dead squirrels around that died of natural causes? The ones that, old and wise, sitting on a branch.... Pass in the wind. Their eyes close and having led a full life... They fall from their branch, and tumble to the ground.... Completely at peace. I've never seen a squirrel not dead from its skull crushing under the weight of a vehicle or it's innards ripped to shreds by a wild dog.
Get on that, Ellen.
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