A Squirrel in the Mail

In the shower you scrub and scrub, but to your dismay the paint doesn't seem to be coming off!

Then you hear a small grunting coming from downstairs. Wrapping a towell around you, you creep down and peer round the stairs.

You see Lennie, stuck fast in the mailslot trying to squeeze herself through. You march up to the plump squirrel and put your painted arm up close to her. "What sort of paint did you put on me??"

Written by AndrewAnorak

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