The French Fry Eating Squirrel

I went to Lake Julian near my apartment the other day to enjoy the sunshine and to take some time out to reduce some of the stress that is prevalent in my life here lately. I took my journal and a Wendy's #1 meal with me to help me out some. I picked me out a picnic table in the middle of nowhere, nice and quiet, with a good view. I was soaking in some sun, enjoying watching a rowing team from the local high school practicing their skills on the lake, and popped open my Wendy's bag. A squirrel materialized out of thin air. He got to within about five feet of me and sat back on his little, furry haunches and tucked his little paws perfectly against his chest. His motive was pretty clear. He wanted food. I did not realize that squirrels even ate french fries but it was all I had to offer the little guy. I tossed one to him and he picked it up with his lttle paws, held it vertically to his mouth, and preceded to chow down on it. I ended up tossing him several more so now he has a worse cholesterol problem than I do. When the ducks showed up, I had nothing left to offer them which is probably a good thing because the chances of me getting mauled were pretty good.