Just a story about a squirrel.

Last fall I spent hours out in my back yard reading a book and chilling with my dog. On some of these occasions I noticed a gray squirrel collecting his treasures. He would bring them to a little trove he created under the picnic table provided for our use. I never noticed where he came from but he would enter the yard carefully, eying us up, when he decided we were no threat he would hurry across the yard and under the table. His little legs would move quickly as he uncovered his spot, lay the nut in and slyly push the dirt back over it and off he would go. He repeated this process several times over the weeks. When the weather turned, threatening ice and snow our landlord put the table away and I forgot all about our little squirrel.
Recently we had a serious snow snowfall. I brought my dog out into the pristinely white yard. We were the first ones out there which is why I noticed the five small holes all in the vicinity of where the picnic table should have been. They were kind of random because he didn't have his landmark. It made a little sad to think of all of the work he put into his treasure. I really hope he found it.