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@Edmonds_Scanner@universeodon.com I once lent a squirrel $20.00, and he swore on the lives of his squirrel children he would pay me back. We agreed to meet at the old birch down by the creek. But when I got there, the birch tried to wrap me in its roots and drag me down into the squirrel graveyard. Turns out the birch was haunted. Go figure. The squirrel children now work for me making doll shoes. Since their deadbeat dad never came back, I make sure they have excellent healthcare and hefty Xmas bonuses.