In the dappled light of a late afternoon, a red squirrel adopts the quintessential pose of vigilance—perched upright, with paws clasped and ears twitching to catch every rustle of grass. With a half-eaten acorn cradled in its hands, it seems less like an ordinary squirrel and more like a fur-coated philosopher lost in thought, contemplating the complexities of nut-hoarding...
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