In between stuffing his little face with both hands, he did deny that he was Q. Saw the new raccoon litter on the table at 3:30 yesterday morning, but a fox has joined the feeding band (he’s into peanuts and bologna), and I’m worrying for the safety of the little ones.
Hmm... hard one.
Keep everybody, including the fox, well fed?
It’s not safe out there.
Take it from a blind squirrel cursed to sniff all the acorns.