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Yeah, I talk to 'em all. The crows, the rabbits, the deer, that bear and cub, my cats. But lemme tell you 'bout Mizz Fanny. This old squirrel (named for Miss Fanny in the Band's "The Weight") started showing up at my door. I greet this grizzled old grammy, with hanging red teats longer than her ears, with a handful of shelled walnuts and a thick, fake (obviously) Southern accent. She fucking knows my voice. There are now entire family reunions at my doorstep and on a child's chair I painted with her image. What started happening I had to Google. "Reciprocal Altruism." Mizz Fanny leaves a small stone every day on that chair. I know it's from her because I "seed" it with my own eyes. Her kids and grandkids run over my feet to get treats these days. And every day, Mizz Fanny leaves a stone. I've seen her lick/spit-shine them. I've got quite a collection on a dish in my kitchen window. "Take a load off, Fanny. Take a load for free. Take a load off, Fanny, and put the weight right on me."

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