Central Park: one of those places that Lizzy could never get over. It was so pretty there with the trees surrounding her and the lush grass. It was a new adventure there every day. Today, Lizzy had her guitar strapped to her back as she walked around the park. She spied a very low hanging branch that looked perfect for climbing. She looked around and saw no one in sight – except for the odd squirrel, but it was a park. Securing the guitar on her back she pulled herself onto the low branch, sitting with her legs hanging off the edge. He legs were about three feet from the ground – wasn’t much, but she liked this little spot. It wasn’t exactly hidden from view, but there was still that feeling of danger.

Carefully, Lizzy pulled the guitar from her back and began tune her guitar. When she was satisfied with its sound, she began to pluck the strings and see what music she could come up with. It was a nice little spot to just play around with music. The random passerby probably wouldn’t pay attention, and the birds and squirrels around the park were probably too busy to collect nuts to notice.

Life was good! Oh how the sun sang sweet melodies as it draped it lovely warmth across the sea of grass, dappling the green with lemon liquid and calling forth a corresponding chorus from the songbirds. People were talking, doggies were barking, cars were honking, and sticks were flying. Such a glorious day in the park!

Especially for a Squirrel-Girl!

Elizasquirrel chittered with glee as she ran up a tree. She was playing tag with a dog! The dog was it! But the joke was on the dog, he couldn’t climb! Hehehehe! She laughed silently at him, but it was her job to banter with the clumsy canine and so she chattered and scolded him. Then she vanished into the emerald shadows between the leaves of the tree, allowing the doggie to go off and play with somebody else.

Oh, squirrel’s had the life. What more could one ask for? She already buried four acorns, chased another squirrel around a tree, sniffed a pretty flower, and now she’d played with a doggie! What a day!

Wait! What were those strange sounds floating on the breeze? Seductive, they were, and entrancing. Her fuzzy grey ears were perked and and Elizasquirrel decided to go and face the music!

After a lengthy exercise in arboreal locomotion, she was only starting to warm up. The little rodent was sooo energetic! And happy! And so was she! And there was music! Right there! Below her! Not on the grass but in the tree! This tree! It was a girl and she was playing music! Normally, she wouldn’t have approached a human, but the squirrel part of the duo was a born and bred Central Park squirrel--it feared no human. And the girl portion of the duo was a semi-paranoid girl who was certain they could flee at the first sign of a threat. And have you ever seen a person move? They were soooo slow.

So she clambered down the tree until she was on a branch maybe three feet above and before the guitar-wielding girl. So there she sat, easily within sight if the girl should happen to glance up, staring at the music-maker with the wide eyes only a music-lovin’ squirrel could have. So what if she was an odd squirrel? She had excellent taste in music.