From: b.scott@csuohio.edu   
      
   On Wed, 2 Sep 2015 22:41:53 GMT, Dorothy J Heydt   
    wrote   
   in in   
   rec.arts.sf.composition:   
      
   [...]   
      
   > Then there are the squirrels who live in and about my   
   > neighbor's 300-year-old oak tree.  Mostly they just   
   > frisk around and run along the telephone wires, but in   
   > acorn season they have ferocious battles with the blue   
   > jays over who gets to harvest Every. Single. Acorn.  It   
   > gets pretty noisy.  If I were the size of a squirrel,   
   > I'd run.   
      
   The aquerne will have his acorn, the íkorni his akarn.   
      
   Ratatoskr segir: „Vér íkornar eigum akarn all.“   
   Skrækskaðar segja ekki, en skrækja hátt.   
      
   Brian   
   --   
   It was the neap tide, when the baga venture out of their   
   holes to root for sandtatties.  The waves whispered   
   rhythmically over the packed sand: haggisss, haggisss,   
   haggisss.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
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