Pieces of bread torn from a freshly baked loaf are thrown into a garden of grass and leaves.
A squirrel stares ahead and looks as if smiling at the sunlight which reflects off the rain on the fence.
In the beauty of movement a tail waves in delight.
Small hands clutch at the thrown white pieces while a tiny mouth nibbles in total satisfaction.
Shining fur moves in the wind .
Running around a misty garden, a squirrel enjoys the silence of clouds .
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Author:
River123 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 13th, 2026 11:21
- Category: Nature
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