This morning while running I came upon a tree where a couple of squirrels were apparently having a tiff over some sort of property. I imagine that the one whose hindquarters was stuck in the air left his stash of acorns to go for his own morning run. Upon return from his run, there was a stranger claiming his gatherings. That is when the fight broke out. The adversary, an innocent ticket taker at the local scamper-in theatre who just happened on the stash, thought he might help himself to an acorn or two. After all, here was a pile of acorns with no one around to claim them. It was certainly a pile that was intentionally placed by another squirrel, but where was that squirrel now? For all he knew the squirrel that left these could be dead. If that is the case, unfortunate though it may be, it would be a shame for all these acorns to go to waste. Besides, it is not as if the theatre pays its ticket takers anything that could be considered a living wage. His family could use the go