ODYSSEE OF SQUIRREL TOOTHY

On the tenth floor of the largest oak in the greenest park, with a round door, made from rosewood, that were painted in light green, there lived Squirrel Toothy. He was not like most of his noisy and nosey neighbors; he was a quiet and withdrawn squirrel. He loved, like all his peers, to collect hazelnuts that were of strange shapes and patterns. In the warmth of his house, tucked away in his armchair, which he made himself, he viewed a catalog that contained Lord Kearn's collection of exotic acorns, hazelnuts and walnuts dating back to Queen Victoria. The collection was glamorous, an acorn of a red oak, which stood out in its size and splendor, attracted his attention. Only ten specimens remained in the world from this period, and with this one came an interesting story that it had traveled the world several times.

The auction was supposed to take place tonight on New Year's Eve, since he was not in a very good economic situation, he decided to at least buy a small Christmas tree.

The family was to arrive every moment, he had to rush. He collected all the savings he had. He pulled on his gray winter trousers, a plaid shirt, and a yellow jacket over it, gloves loaded, a blue scarf around his neck, and a blue woolen hat similar to the hat that the dwarves have. The snow was falling heavily outside; he had a lift in front of the entrance. He pushed the button, waited a few moments, and the elevator reached his floor. He loved it when the elevator was empty, since he had only just moved in, he did not know the neighbors who used to call each other by names. The music played lightly, the elevator went smoothly. He continued to the garage where his car was parked.

The car cost him more than his entire apartment, since he was the latest model that went on pine needle extract. It took a little longer for the car to start, and the small ramp, located at the exit, was lifted when he approached the exit. The store was located three blocks away, in the store window he saw firs of all sizes, most of them were on a discount. The salesman greeted him warmly, pointing his hand at his wide range. He chose safely and slowly, looking at each tree individually. He liked the middle one. He decided to buy it. Because it was a single piece left, and because he was the hundred customer that day, he got a much higher discount than he expected. When he walked out the door, he met an unknown squirrel in a black waistcoat.

Something dragged him to auction and to try to buy exactly that acorn he missed in the collection. He came first to action. The building manager brought him into the room where the acorn was. Thoroughly examined it, he doubted that the acorn was genuine; he could not believe that the acorn was actually from that period. All his doubts immediately disappeared; the acorn was really from that period. The experience he gained while collecting the collection paid off. He had a slight advantage over the others.

A few moments before the auction, his old feelings were back, he had never been fooled so far. He couldn't wait any longer. Impatience grew. The auctioneer took a seat on the stage; Squirrel was sitting in the first free seat. The bidders began to fill the room. The first items on offer did not interest him at all. His excitement grew when the acorn finally appeared. The bids for him went poorly, in his estimation maybe four or five of them were bidding. An unknown squirrel in a black waistcoat was as persistent as he was. He had already seen her at the Christmas tree shop. The price was reasonable; he went at least a little more if he couldn't buy it at least to raise its price. Squirrel raised his hand once more, the price reaching the price he expected to pay for the tree. His heart was beating, he raised his hand instinctively, and the mysterious squirrel gave up. The acorn was finally his. The auctioneer decides it's time for a break. He left the action with a joy. A message was waiting at the door of his house. Someone was looking for a ransom for the squirrel he met at auction; the ransom was that acorn he had bought. Always helping strangers when in trouble, he quickly reached the meeting place. People showed with the squirrel. He handed them the acorn, and the men withdrew and left them alone. He was able to recognize that face, the face of his first sympathy that he played with, when, they were little. They looked at each other for a long time and parted without a word.

The street was deserted; it was strange, he always knew that children were outside especially on New Year's Eve. Above him, a sleigh rushed, landed close to him, he rubbed his eyes, thinking he was dreaming. Santa jumped out of the sleigh; in his hand he held a gift. His eyes were on Squirrel, who stood in wonder. Santa took back the gift he held and gave him a new one. He always opened the gifts briskly, inside was the same acorn he had given a few moments ago. He hugs Santa and runs home.

The door to his house was open. The fire was lit, the fir he bought was decorated, and beneath it a pile of gifts waited do be opened. In his armchair, his friend was waiting for him. She jumped happily into his embrace. The rest of the family came, the celebration could begin.

And what did Squirrel do after, you wonder?

He married his friend; they had lots of children and lived happily ever after.