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"A squirrel has been at the bird feeder again."

"Darn," I sighed heavily, "I guess I'll refill it."

The moment I was no longer observed, I whistled.

I turned towards the fluttering of wings and wagged my finger at it.

"You're not supposed to break into the bird feeder."

The tiny griffon squawked and puffed defiantly.

"Yes I know you're a growing bird. I'll bring you extra feed."

It stomped a paw.

"And some cheddar popcorn, yes."

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