I found a little Squirrel, who said his name was Cyrel, who had hurt his little knee,while falling from a tree. I put him in my pocket and took him to the shed, he said his knee was hurting and that he'd also bumped his head. I bandaged up his head and put a plaster on his knee, and let him have a Hazel nut, so he wouldn't miss his tea. We went back where I found him and he ran back up the tree, with a bandage on his head and a plaster on his knee. Mum was very pleased to see her Cyrel back again, and put him in his nest with his little sister Jayne...
Reason for writing:
Funny I thought...
Birth sign: Capricorn
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