Jerry expounded on his adventures that day as the kits snuggled closely around him. Carrie was busy setting out the feast, also listening. The cozy nest was well lit, due to some "window" holes provided by Martin, the huge pileated woodpecker, who lived in Bluebird Creek. Just as the story was finished, supper was ready.
The squirrel family gathered hungrily around the table. Carrie had cracked open the huge black walnut and set pieces for everyone at their places, garnished with crumbled rosemary leaves. Aside the main course each squirrel had one or two bright red holly berries, and one or two kernels of dried corn. There would be acorn for dessert--the kits' favorite.
"Thank you, Carrie, for preparing this fine meal!" exclaimed Jerry. The kits nodded in agreement. Then Jerry folded his furry paws for prayer. The rest of the family joined in. "Thank you, Heavenly Father, for your provision for us, your woodland creatures." "Amen!" said all the squirrels in unison. "Let the feasting begin!" Jerry proclaimed.
Carrie spoke up, "We all know that Squirrel Day is a day for sharing our hopes, dreams, challenges, and what we are thankful for. So, who wants to go first?" "Well, now, wait a minute," insisted Jerry, "little Pickles here might not know the history of Squirrel Day, so I thought we might go over that first. All right, Dear?" "Oh, Sure, Honey. Go ahead," smiled Carrie, allowing her husband another occasion for dramatic narration, which he relished...
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