Anita looked out the window. A peppy gray squirrel was scampering about the yard. Anita raised the window, “Hello neighbor, you certainly are busy. Are you planning to take home that nut you’re holding?” she asked. Squirrel dashed off. Anita laughed. Then she sighed. “I don’t even know where Squirrel’s home is,” she said. “Guess I’ll look for it when we go outside later.”