A Story For A Holiday
when i was a little human being i went to central school. when i was around 8 or 9 there was a black squirrel outside of the window of mrs. hansons class. who i incidentally once called “mom” by accident and did not live that down the entire year. i thought it was so weird that their was this one black squirrel when all the rest of them in our neighborhood were brown.
the university of northwestern wanted its campus to appear more dignified so they imported black squirrels at some point far earlier in this narrative to appear more like oxford.
i thought he was magical as you could only catch glimpses of him now and again. then one day he disappeared.
turns out when they imported the black squirrels the brown squirrels hated them. they killed them all.
this story doesnt have a point or a beginning or an end. im not sure its entirely true. but thats why its a story.
lola-wentz Community Member 
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