I got all excited when we left home today morning. There was a rustling in the bushes and suddenly I saw a beautiful, furry, brown squirrel rush out and dash up the tree. Brown! I have never seen a brown squirrel! The grey ones with dark grey stripes, yes - brown, no. I practically hollered at Tweedledum - "Check that out! A brown squirrel! Isn't it gorgeous". His reaction was a quizzical face with a 'haven't you seen one before' look. Of course, when he saw my face fall, he realised I was actually seeing one for the first time. It seems they were all over the place when he was growing up and quite a nuisance too. Thats the difference. Around my city house, just seeing a squirrel was an event. But when he talks childhood animal events, they involve elephant (tuskers!) raiding, orphaned rhinos, snakes, killer frogs and the like. You can't possibly compete with that.
I think the first is the dude that I saw today. The European red Squirrel.
And right here is the dude I grew up with.
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