Most days, I admire that little rascal, the squirrel. That furry little mammal is always busy. It'sIts usual custom is to keep busy burying food all day long. On one recent day, a squirrel decided to take a break. He brought twenty of his cousins and held a rally on my roof. The noise was terrible! How could this happen? "Stop it,it!" I shouted. They scampered over the gutter and ran away. It was good to have peace and quiet again.