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So I was standing on the porch and look up into the sky and- what! A squirel running along the tight rope of a power line about two stories up from the pavement. For a second it looked like it's cheeks were full of nuts and I laughed and called other people to come laugh at this funny thing. While my back was turned the baby squirel must have squirmed, or the mother dropped it a little bit because when I turned back to see this funny thing it was no longer funny. They were not nuts, it was a baby in her mouth by the scruff of its neck. It slipped.... she tried to catch it... finally it was haning and she was gripping it's paw by one of her own. It was so human.
It fell.
It fell.