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When I was 5 years old I befriended a squirrel. I would sit on the back steps of our home and feed the squirrel pecans out of my hand. That summer our family moved to a new house, and as I feared for the loss of my "pet" squirrel my mother reassured me that he would be alright and might find me at our new home. Diligently, I set out bowls of nuts in hopes that my squirrel would find me. Alas, my friend never appeared, but a lifetime of dedication to my pets and concern for wildlife had begun.
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Quiet, mild-mannered souls might just turn out to be roaring lions of two-fisted cool.
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