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. DON'T
SLEEP, SQUIRREL. TALK TO ME, EH? TELL ME, HOW
DID HE CATCH YOU?
RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOOR. The squirrel sighed.
RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOOR.
THAT'S WHY I THOUGHT YOU WERE REALLY A
SQUIRREL. I DIDN'T SEE HIM CHANGE YOU. I
THOUGHT - WELL, I'M SORRY, BUT I THOUGHT YOU
WERE DINNER.
I CAN UNDERSTAND HOW YOU WOULD. BUT I
STILL THINK I AM.
DINNER?
NO. A SQUIRREL. I DON'T REMEMBER BEING
"CHANGED." I THINK I'VE ALWAYS BEEN A
SQUIRREL.
SQUIRRELS DON'T DREAM, REMEMBER?
MAYBE CRAZY SQUIRRELS DO.
NO, NO, YOU'RE NOT CRAZY, SQUIRREL. Pytr made
a sound low in his throat that might have been a chuckle.
YOU'RE NOT CRAZY.
The squirrel looked up then, and Pytr thought he saw the
light of some memory shine in his black eyes.
NOT CRAZY - STONE-HEADED.
WHAT?
A STONE-HEADED . . . SOMETHING. THAT'S WHAT
HE ALWAYS CALLS ME. I DON'T THINK HE REALLY
MEANS IT, BUT THAT'S WHAT HE ALWAYS CALLS ME.
Pytr purred his satisfaction. WHO? WHO CALLS YOU
THAT?
But the light and the memory were gone. The squirrel
curled up again, nose to tail, and sighed heavily. I DON'T
KNOW. I CAN'T REMEMBER. WON'T YOU LET ME
SLEEP NOW, PYTR? I NEED TO SLEEP. IT'S WINTER. I
NEED TO SLEEP.
POOR SQUIRREL, Pytr thought. He slipped from the
table and crossed the room to the hearth
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