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Squirrels in Winter Have you ever worried about squirrels in winter? I see them climb over snowdrifts with their bare paws -- they have no winter boots. I see them stop to tuck their tiny front paws into their armpits for warmth -- they have no mitts. When it rains I see them huddle under trees, they still get soaked -- they have no raincoats. They have no pants, no dresses, no hats, no warm winter coats, no shelter or fires to warm their bodies. Even the homeless men sleeping on sidewalks have sleeping bags to keep them warm. Squirrels have nothing. Still they remain cheery, hopping about gathering nuts, Who knew it was such a hard life for squirrels in winter?
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