A
little squirrel took charge of things and told her friends that they
should all be falling in love. She had heard the most wonderful song about it
and decided it was something wonderful and that it was about time someone did something
about falling in it. Love, that is.
So she marched up and down and tried hatching a plan. The other squirrels were not entirely sure about all this and chewed nervously on a nut while their little friend marched around. They asked each other if they knew what exactly love was and why they would have to fall in to it.
The little squirrel tried explaining, but her head was too full of the song and all she could manage was some energetic foot tapping and a little rump shaking. It was something she just knew.
"You have to let your hearts discover," she told her friends importantly. She hummed a few verses of the song she heard while they looked at each other, puzzled.
The plan began to flourish with many haphazard elements such as moonlight dances and proclaiming one's love from tree tops and it was decided that the grand culmination would be a search for the finest cashew nuts which would be eaten with contentment on a branch of a chikoo tree. All that was missing was the object of her and her friends' affection. This was soon remedied. A young and eager koyal who sang from the tree the squirrels lived in was made to stand in as the romeo.
That evening a gaggle of uncertain squirrels led by the amorous little squirrel fell in love with a koyal who was quite aflutter with all the attention.
"Because our hearts are made of it," the little squirrel told the others afterwards.
(Have you heard Let's Fall in Love by Frank Sinatra?)
So she marched up and down and tried hatching a plan. The other squirrels were not entirely sure about all this and chewed nervously on a nut while their little friend marched around. They asked each other if they knew what exactly love was and why they would have to fall in to it.
The little squirrel tried explaining, but her head was too full of the song and all she could manage was some energetic foot tapping and a little rump shaking. It was something she just knew.
"You have to let your hearts discover," she told her friends importantly. She hummed a few verses of the song she heard while they looked at each other, puzzled.
The plan began to flourish with many haphazard elements such as moonlight dances and proclaiming one's love from tree tops and it was decided that the grand culmination would be a search for the finest cashew nuts which would be eaten with contentment on a branch of a chikoo tree. All that was missing was the object of her and her friends' affection. This was soon remedied. A young and eager koyal who sang from the tree the squirrels lived in was made to stand in as the romeo.
That evening a gaggle of uncertain squirrels led by the amorous little squirrel fell in love with a koyal who was quite aflutter with all the attention.
"Because our hearts are made of it," the little squirrel told the others afterwards.
(Have you heard Let's Fall in Love by Frank Sinatra?)
What you're saying is completely true. I know that everybody must say the same thing, but I just think that you put it in a way that everyone can understand. I'm sure you'll reach so many people with what you've got to say.
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