I eat croissants

“I couldn’t help it.  I wanted that piece of pastry.  A croissant is heaven for a squirrel!  It’s not a mince pie; but then again – it’s not Christmas.  Yes, I ate the entire thing.  And licked chocolate off my whiskers for about an hour.  I wouldn’t let anyone smell my breath for fear they would consider me a traitor to the pack.

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