Squirrel Secret

The steak smelled disgusting. Like the kind of food or affection that you hoard to yourself and

don't share with anyone. The sweet cloying smell turned my stomach.

I wanted to puke up all of everything that no one ever wanted to share. I wanted to throw it all

back up. To throw it up like a giant mountain of all the things that no one wanted to share but

kept to themselves instead.

It smelled like selfishness and lies. So no. I don't want any. You go ahead and eat that yourself.

I'm grateful that I've never wanted anything so badly that I would behave that way in order to

keep it to myself.

If we can't have everybody all together having fun and sharing with each other then I'll just have

nothing.

And I will be generous with that nothing. I will share it with anyone who wants some.

If there is someone who is foolish enough to think that it has no value I will hide it from them. I

will squirrel it away somewhere where they cannot find it. And I will make sure that they never

know its name.