The SQUIRRELS' BUTLER:
Ordinarily you wouldn’t expect to find a butler standing next to a redwood tree. Tuxedo, sunshine, black dress shoes on a bed of needles. He kept guard beside a long string that led up two hundred feet of red bark. Like a studio apartment in the clouds, they lived in luxury. The sound of the little silver bell meant they wanted him; they were ready to start the day.
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