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My my, dear mother Squirrel. How your job is ever so busy. The weight of the world's responsibilities on you furry little shoulders. Squirrel pups abundant. One for each teat. Nipping and gnawing and not concerned with your well being. My, how you need some sleep. But sleep is for the weak and you are not kin of weakness. You are a strong mother of squirrels. Only when your last pup is satiated and full of squirrel milk in it's tiny squirrel pup stomachs will you even consider sleep.
But be wary, wise mother squirrel. If you don't make time for sleep, sleep will find you. It is tenacious in that way. It may find you in your squirrel home or it may find you while crossing a street. It is the cousin of death and shares it's belief system.
We all must rest.
Dear Mother Squirrel, you are not exempt.
Zzzzzz Zzzzzzz Zzzzzzz
-SCRaM
