I was walking in the park earlier today when I tripped over a tiny bench by an unused path. It was a squirrel-sized bench with a grey squirrel sitting at it. Immediately it started screeching at me for knocking away its book. I started to stammer an apology when I noticed that it was not only reading a tiny copy of Harry Potter but the Russian translation. My mouth stopped working because my brain kind of did too. The bloody thing was more literate than I was. I just wondered off in the end, trying to figure out why someone would put squirrel benches on the ground where people might trip over them.