I seed a pitcher of this big feller, standin' in the yard, in his red longhandles. I seems to 'member he was drinkin' a beer or sumptin.

That was purty weeerd.

The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men.
In it is contentment
In it is death and all you seek
(Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)

member of the cabal of dysfunctional squirrels?