I’ve been doing some squirrel drawings lately, experimenting with mixing pen-and-ink with watercolor and pastels. Here are two of my faves so far:
When the squirrel posed for this, I told him to think about the funniest thing that ever happened to him. I asked him later what it was, but he was laughing so hard I couldn’t understand what he was saying.
Then I asked him to think of something sad.
But he looked so sad that I started to feel sad, too, and I said, “Okay, that’s all for today, thanks, scamper off and eat some nuts.” And off he went.
There’s a little story that will go with the pictures, but I’m still working on it. Maybe in the meantime, you can imagine one of your own.
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Lynne Rae Perkins 
So sweet….so expressive…and I love the little dialog you had with your furry friend!
Thanks, Bets!
I like the drawings and the story made me smile and chuckle…. again!!
🙂 thanks, my friend.
These squirrel drawings made me very happy. I saw the sad one before I read that he was sad, so I had “read” that drawing as thoughtful. Squirrel drawings, pictures, stories are very special to me, as when we were little my father told my sisters and me bedtime stories he would make up about a squirrel family. We would go to visit the squirrels after church on Sunday and hide peanuts for them around the bottom of giant oak trees. (What must the squirrels have made of that?) I’ll be eager to hear your squirrel stories.
Pamela — you’re right about the sad/thoughtful one. I made up the little narrative afterward, on a lark, the drawing originally was to be “thoughtful.”
I started reading your Burger Shack stories last night — the first three. I like this idea, and I’m enjoying the stories. (But 3 was as long as I could go, reading from a laptop.)
Let’s get together soon & chat about Johnny A event — I can come up to the store while you’re there. Which days next week are good?
Great story and drawings, Lynne! When we lived in AZ and I was pondering accepting this job, I think the squirrels were trying to send me a message because they ate through my telephone wires nightly. Repairman would fix them. Next day chewed again. No one could contact me to see if I was accepting the job or not. After ten days, I finally went to a phone booth. I should’ve listened to the squirrels.
the squirrels know.