This brave squirrel protects his dead friend from crows who have come to pick his bones dry. How was this level of friendship forged? Did it spring from sharing food, playing amongst the trees, curled together for warmth on cold winter nights? At any rate, it serves as a solid example of friendship. If that squirrel is in heaven when I get there I want to talk to it.
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