Chip-chip! Chip-chip! Chip-chip! Chip-chip!” The squirrel outside my window was making quite a racket this afternoon. “Stop the racket!” I said as I opened the window and stared harshly at him.
Illustration of squirrel on a tree branch
“Quite a tough stare you’ve got considering your wife made you a good breakfast!” said the squirrel, grinning gleefully, “Noticed you relished the masala dosa she made!”
“What’s the dosa she made have anything to do with you?” I asked.
“Just thought you’d be full of joy when you opened the window!” said the squirrel cheekily, “Also considering you would be overjoyed after finishing most of the book you are writing?”
“I don’t understand,” I said crossly, “Why good breakfasts and a finished book should be brought into this conversation?”
“It’s you I can’t understand!” said the squirrel, “With so many good things happening there’s no joy on your face.”
“Oh, you expect me to sit on the tree and chirp like you?” I asked disgustedly, “Especially when you should be worrying about that eagle that came looking for your little ones yesterday!”
“Was that what you were doing, worrying about some interloper entering your home?” asked the squirrel, “Or whether you had enough money in the bank to last the month?”
“While you were chirping away like an idiot, that’s exactly what I was doing!” I said.