I lost my baby squirrel. He died on the fourth of July. As a deal with my mom, she's buying me a dwarf bunny or a bug-eyed hamster. I want a bunny.
My poor little Ozzy The Squirrel, he was cleaved in two, and his stomach wasn't all there. I couldn't help crying, I mean, could you?
My poor little Ozzy The Squirrel, he was cleaved in two, and his stomach wasn't all there. I couldn't help crying, I mean, could you?
