Two squirrels playing up and down a tree trunk. One with an crab apple in her mouth. One always on one side and the other always on the other. Claws on bark, winding up and down the tree like a lunatic ribbon. Playing that game in the black-and-white movies where the guy on one side of the wall looks for the lady on the other, craning his neck around the edge, just in time to see the empty space left by the lady, craning her neck around the edge trying to spy him.
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