This is The Daily Bone and I'm your diligent doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel.
As you know, I'm always on the look-out for the Evil Squirrel Cartel. But even I have to take a break once in a while.
While I was napping, this notorious character appeared on a branch of the birch tree outside of ghostwriter's office window. Ghostwriter thinks this is alias Twinkle-toes, who is sometimes seen hanging upside down from the clothesline trying to get to the birdie feeder, or chasing Mr. Fatty White-ears around in the silver maple tree.
|Hi. Are you my waitress?|
|Hey! How about getting me a peanut butter sandwich?|
|Hmmph! The service here is terrible!|
|I'll be leaving a poor report in the ESC newspaper! Ciao!|
He finally turned tail and took off across the street where the service is probably better!
Can you believe the nerve of that guy?
Everybody knows this is a private food emporium!
Well, I'd better be getting back to work. Cheeky squirrels!