There was another visitor in our yard! No, this time it wasn’t the black-and-white stripey thing, or one of the big masked creatures. It was a small furry-tailed fence hopper (mom called it a squirrel) and it jumped from the fence to the tree.
I quickly ran over to the tree. I got there very quickly (after all, I am speed!) but by the time I arrived the squirrel had scampered up the tree. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me, but neither of us got any closer to the other.
The squirrel just climber higher.
I was a very patient pup. Surely, I thought, he would eventually have to come down.
He was a very patient squirrel. Surely, he thought, I would eventually tire of this game and go away.
Finally, mom and dad decided to let the squirrel have a chance to go to his own home. They called me to come in the house. Nope, I thought, I’ve got this squirrel in a tree. Then then showed me the puppy treat in their hand. Oh boy, a treat for me!
I ran into the house. Very fast. After all, I am speed!