purple and Black, with six long legs. He wouldn't talk to me with Mr. Squirrel in tow. I was shocked.
"What are you doing?", I asked. I am looking for the other side of this tree, he stated, matter-of-factly. With that statement of fact he left me and kept walking around the tree.
He got back around to me and greeted me again as he went around the second and the third time. He never seemed to realize that I was the same guy he met up with when he went around the first couple of times. I know that he finally gave up looking for the other side of the tree, or he figured out that he had past it several times without noticing, because he wasn't there when I came back.
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