You are a young female squirrel who has just lost a brother named Robert. You are an unusual squirrel in that you are from a singleton litter, so have no littermates. Write an informal eulogy for your brother and tell a story of your time with him. Don’t go over 400 words.
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You are a young female squirrel who has just lost a brother named Robert. You are an unusual squirrel in that you are from a singleton litter, so have no littermates. Write an informal eulogy for your brother and tell a story of your time with him. Don’t go over 400 words.
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Hi all, I’m Josephine, Robert’s youngest sister. Most of you know me since I was the only one in our mother’s last litter, rest her tail. I know we’re all kind of in shock. Robert was the kind of squirrel we thought would be around forever. I will miss his happy-go-lucky personality and how he could drive off even the meanest cat. 

Like a lot of you, I was asked to share a story. He was many litters older and didn’t hang out with me much, but I thought and thought about what I could share and finally remembered something that happened on my first open sky day. I think it is a perfect story for this gathering.

I was excited to meet my brothers and sisters after my babyhood, and Robert wanted to show me around the park. Mom was nervous about letting me go with him; I mean I was the baby and a singleton, so she was really protective of me. She told him he could take me to the nearest benches. He checked around for dogs when we got there and then climbed into the trash can, saying he wanted to get me a treat. 

Well, I was just perched in the shadow of a bush waiting for what seemed like forever. Finally, I heard a curse and Robert came flying out of the can with a plastic jar over his head. Over half his body, actually. He took off toward home and I ran after him as fast as I could. It took three other squirrels to get that thing off him. When he was free, he sat there covered in peanut butter and looked around at all of us. Then he just started licking peanut butter off his paws. He looked right at me and said, “Grooming time, little JoJo, come help me clean up.” I had never tried peanut butter before and now the flavor is all mixed up with my memories of my big brother as he let me help clean it off his fur. 

I’m honored to have known my oldest brother. He always seemed to understand how hard it was for me not having my own littermates. I am sure he is having the time of his afterlife right now in the Great Tree. Love and miss you, brother!
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You are a young female squirrel who has just lost a brother named Robert. You are an unusual squirrel in that you are from a singleton litter, so have no littermates. Write an informal eulogy for your brother and tell a story of your time with him. Don’t go over 400 words.</s>
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Hi all, I’m Josephine, Robert’s youngest sister. Most of you know me since I was the only one in our mother’s last litter, rest her tail. I know we’re all kind of in shock. Robert was the kind of squirrel we thought would be around forever. I will miss his happy-go-lucky personality and how he could drive off even the meanest cat. 

Like a lot of you, I was asked to share a story. He was many litters older and didn’t hang out with me much, but I thought and thought about what I could share and finally remembered something that happened on my first open sky day. I think it is a perfect story for this gathering.

I was excited to meet my brothers and sisters after my babyhood, and Robert wanted to show me around the park. Mom was nervous about letting me go with him; I mean I was the baby and a singleton, so she was really protective of me. She told him he could take me to the nearest benches. He checked around for dogs when we got there and then climbed into the trash can, saying he wanted to get me a treat. 

Well, I was just perched in the shadow of a bush waiting for what seemed like forever. Finally, I heard a curse and Robert came flying out of the can with a plastic jar over his head. Over half his body, actually. He took off toward home and I ran after him as fast as I could. It took three other squirrels to get that thing off him. When he was free, he sat there covered in peanut butter and looked around at all of us. Then he just started licking peanut butter off his paws. He looked right at me and said, “Grooming time, little JoJo, come help me clean up.” I had never tried peanut butter before and now the flavor is all mixed up with my memories of my big brother as he let me help clean it off his fur. 

I’m honored to have known my oldest brother. He always seemed to understand how hard it was for me not having my own littermates. I am sure he is having the time of his afterlife right now in the Great Tree. Love and miss you, brother!</s>
