Hickory is twitching his tail over this visitor.
“He’s in my tree!”
“There are plenty of wild cherries. We can share,” I told him. “You had your fill this morning, or so you told me.”
“I–I–I…it’s my favorite deck.”
“But? Come on now, what does Miz Flora always tell us?”
His tail drooped. “Sharing is the only way we wild critters can survive in the suburbs.” Then he let out a string of chittering. “But it’s so hard!”