Written by Eugene Morgan
The old man upon hearing the disturbing news about his friend paid a visit to his friend’s underground burrowed home. The old man began hearing a fainted sound as he approached the burrow. He looked down it and wondered what that sound could be. As he lowered his head closer to the burrow’s hole, the sound became recognizable.
“Is that snoring I’m hearing?” the old man asked himself.
A squirrel heard and shouted, “Let me be! A coyote is going to eat me!”
The coyote is nowhere around,” the old man said, “and I can’t make you come out but I can leave you something to eat.”
So the old man left a trail of food and went on his way. Long after the old man left, the ground squirrel resurfaced from his burrow to find acorns; a trail of them. Being afraid, one by one, the squirrel took each acorn back to his burrow and return for the next one. After that, he then realized he had no way of getting back to his burrow because he had taken all the acorns that were left. Too scared to look for the burrow, he decided to follow the remaining trail of acorns in front of him. The trail lead him to the old man.
“A trail begins when a friend helps another friend find his way back,” the old man said.