I want to introduce you all to Figo ,a very brave and downright crazy squirrel who lives in the tree outside my bedroom window. Now Figo is no ordinary squirre. This is not to say that other squirrels are ordinary. Oh no, far be it from me to commit such a travesty. I know any number of upstanding, patriotic and fine squirrels who would make their country and neighbours proud if their exploits ever reach the outside world.
Squirrels understand the role of the media in propagating and projecting an aura of reason, rationality and sensibility upon a species and they are working on it, of course making time for such extraneous activities, however important for the cause of Great Squirreldom, is a very big challenge for the squirrel community at present.
However I digress.
Back to Figo.
Now Figo is quite the acrobat. He’s always ready to jump around and switch the chivalry on to impress the ladies. Now I appreciate a fellow like that. Shows class, real class. It’s not uncommon to see Figo racing to the topmost branches of the trees around the park in pursuit of pigeons (ugly, overweight nincompoops). This presents its own difficulties in time, as watching the branch bend over to form a circle will find him hanging precariously. But he never screams for help, even though a battalion of his comrades can be seen ready in position (formation 24 – 3 – 4 – 3-2-2) to save him. No…Figo decides to take matters into his own hands by running, yes running the length of the branch (what remains of it..) and jumps (*gasp*) to land…cool as a cucumber….on the ground. He’s not moving…probably broken his spine…but that’s the spirit.
You can watch him limping off into the sunset. Incorrigible.
The Meandering Muse.... 