Mrs. Squirrel daydreamed that a little dry bread crust was a microphone, shiny leaves of our neighbor’s tree were glaring floodlights, and my balcony’s railing was a stage. She sang so beautifully and loud, that I forgot about everything and listened to her singing all morning. I am a fan!
our friendship with Mrs. Squirrel is documented here

Mrs. Squirrel daydreamed that a little dry bread crust was a microphone, shiny leaves of our neighbor’s tree were glaring floodlights, and my balcony’s railing was a stage. 
She sang so beautifully and loud, that I forgot about everything and listened to her singing all morning.
I am a fan!

our friendship with Mrs. Squirrel is documented here