The Squirrel’s Tale
I was reminded recently of the best squirrel story I have ever heard, as told by my brother-in-law, Robin.
Imagine the scene. It was a dark, dark, rainy night as Robin drove his car carefully down a leafy avenue in suburban Birmingham. The rain was monsoon like and lashing against the windscreen. The wind was tearing at the leaves and branches of the trees which lined the road. Robin had his nose pressed against the windscreen trying to see where he was going, and to avoid parked cars. The windscreen wipers were on full tilt, but still struggled to shift the torrential rain.
All of a sudden, Robin hears a dull thud on the roof of his car. The thud was followed by a slight scraping sound, like chalk on a blackboard (for those of you who are old enough to know). Robin slowed even more and looked up to follow the track of the noise across the ceiling of the car, towards the front. And, he looked up to find a startled, sodden squirrel whipping backwards and forwards across the windscreen as it gripped onto one of the wiper blades for all it was worth, cleaning the windscreen with his furry belly as he went…….it must have been quite a sight.