The Scarf

As the gray squirrel was making his way to Third Fork Creek, he happened to meet Toad.

Toad said, “Now, that’s a handsome scarf you’ve got there, Mr. Squirrel.”

Mr. Squirrel nodded. “Yes it is. I found it by the creek.”

“Finders keepers, that’s what I always say,” said Toad.

“Perhaps,” said Mr. Squirrel, “but Crow thought someone might be missing such a nice piece of neckwear, so I think I’ll try to find the owner.”