 Doc
doesn't have a squirrel. Never did.So then, the following
winter, Doc put a classified ad in the Valley Weekly Miracle,
offering a $5.25 reward for the return of his pet squirrel, Chipper.
This led to at least one hoax phone call by Dud and several squirrel
sightings.
Doc told us that every community needed a good hoax now and then
to fight off winter's emotional doldrums.
That was when we decided to drive Doc crazy. If you can't torture
someone you love, why bother?
So Dud kicked it off by giving Doc a book on the squirrels of
North America for Christmas. That gave us some chuckles, so Steve
started cutting out pictures of squirrels from magazines and mailing
them, one at a time, to Doc's house.
Herb boxed up some peanuts, addressed them to Chipper at Doc's
office address and mailed it.
Sarah, down at the Read Me Now bookstore, made up some stationery
with International Squirrel Relief on the top and listed Doc as
executive director. Then she wrote a news release on one of them,
saying Doc had just been named to head a foundation to search for
the lost squirrels of Madagascar, and sent it to the big daily paper
in the city. They printed it.
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Doc came in that morning and flipped over his coffee cup as the
other members of the world dilemma think tank sat there smiling.
Then Doc grinned and shook his head.
"I give up," he said. "Do you know I got three phone calls from
people in the city who want to go to Madagascar with me?"
"What you need," said Dud, "is something to get your mind off
this. Ever thought of raising squirrels for fun and profit?"
[Text copied
from file received from Slim Randles]
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