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The squirrel pelt It wasn’t “It’s the thought that counts.” It was more like, “What were you thinking?” The dumbest gift I ever received was from a college boyfriend (as in old enough to know better). I was expecting a romantic gift of perfume or flowers. What I got was a squirrel skin that he skinned himself from a squirrel he found “sleeping” in the road. It was wrapped in a shoebox just for me. He showed me how with a rubber band it could easily be made into a squirrel suit for a small stuffed animal. I don’t know what I did to inspire such a creepy gift. “Handmade from the heart” does not apply to road kill. Wendy Growcock | Monroe, Union Power Cooperative |
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