Hickory and I haven’t had much chance to talk to each other, what with collecting the leaves and transporting them for our new leaf nests. I decided I better be close by to keep an eye on the nut, so have moved to a nearby Red Maple.
“Yeah, right, Nutmeg,” Hickory yelled from his branches. “I’m a nut and you’re not?”
“Of course not. I’m in a normal sized tree.”
“Excuse me, but your nest is almost as high and out among branches. I at least have my nest against a sturdy trunk.”
I looked from my nest to his. And then back again.
Finally, I just twitched my tail at him, a fair imitation of Miz Flora, if I do say so myself, and returned to gathering leaves.