Scruffle, scruffle. Scratch, scratch. "There is something in that trash can!" Exclaimed Seaman Recruit Davenport. "Oh, that's the squirrel everybody likes to feed, they call him P. Nutty." Said Seaman Recruit McGurts. Just then the squirrel climbed up out of the half full trash can and onto the pavement close to where the two sailors were standing. They had just witnessed him chomp down a french fry whole as if he'd been doing it for years. He had an orange plastic ring around his neck. You know, those rings at the top of a milk gallon that the cap was attached to before you opened it. It looked like he put it on intentionally, as if it were jewelry. Or maybe it slipped on as he was climbing out of the trash can.
"There he is, P. Nutty..." said another sailor. The chubby squirrel stood there looking up at Davenport and McGurts, as if waiting for them to give him some food.
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