After a difficult Birth my Mother, realising I was afflicted with Ginger hair, had me taken away to be incinerated. Luckily still covered with blood and amniotic fluid I slipped from the midwifes hands and fell out a window and got lodged in a tree just outside. I don’t know how long I was in the tree before I was found and taken in by a friendly family of Red Squirrels. They cared for me, nurtured me, taught me to read and write and raised me as one of their own. I never felt unloved but I knew there was something different about me. I wasn’t as nimble and agile as my brethren and would often fall to the ground whilst leaping from tree to tree. One day I was sat in my favorite tree, nibbling my nuts, when I spotted a group of children playing in the wood. My Father had always taught me to fear these creatures, as they would kill me and use my glowing Ginger pelt as a rug or stuff my carcass and sit me as a trophy upon their mantle. I grew curious and decided to take a closer look. It was at this point that my life changed forever. I watched as they ran on two legs and grabbed at trees with their opposable thumbs and realised I was more like them than my own family. I approached my Father and he told me the whole story. After hearing what had befallen me I knew that I couldn’t stay in the woods any longer. I bid my family farewell and left for my new life amongst the humans.Myspace Graphics
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