I am, by now, so recognizable by the squirrels and birds that I feed that they follow me across the park to 'my' bench and patiently await the handing out of the goodies (peanuts, popcorn, apple bits, bread chunks, hamster pellets and whatever I scrounge up).
Little do they know that it's all part of my plan of world domination. Once they become dependent on me, they'll be forced to do my bidding...
...when certain people in the Obama administration get their eyes pecked out and have squirrels run up their pants, only you and I will know the awful truth.
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