Squirrel Algorithms

October, Two thousand and fifteen.

Beneath our spreading oak.

(Strategy 1)  Eat an acorn;  bury one.

Eat an acorn;  bury one.

Eat an acorn;  bury one.

Eat an acorn;  bury one.

Eat an acorn;  bury one.

Eat an acorn;  bury one.

(Strategy 2) Scamper     Up

to the (tippy) tree-          top ….

and there make (!) Mis-chief (!@!@1@1)

so that acorns rain down

upon the freshly-swept deck

right above where the Nice Man  (thy chronicler,

O fellow creature  here below)

is trying  to read his special interesting   big book,
beneath the spreading oak ...

…

Fortunately   I am wearing my Magic Hat,

and acorns  cannot harm me.

(!  WOW !!   That was close, tho.)