Two squirrel-human hybrids are occupying a big corner booth today.
...well, more precisely, one of them (the increasingly beach-ball-shaped baby in an incongruous
banana outfit) has rolled just out of reach, under the table, while his father (just a couple weeks from hibernation, and almost at his final weight) can't fit under the table to get him.
"C'mon, Ev," Squirrel says, stretching as far as he can and still not reaching him. "It was funny at first but now it's time to roll back out here."
Ev just giggles. Poor Stanley the squirrel tries his best to roll him back out from under the table, but he's just not strong enough.
A little help would not be unwelcome. Particularly before Coreen can find out about this.
[open until forever, like an all-night diner! Also like an all-night diner, service may be slow.]