Squirrelling around your trust!

Disclaimer: Any resemblance to moms, masters, trainers and orphans alive or dead is purely your imagination!

A grey mommy squirrel was teaching its bony baby how to climb the tree. She explained, “To stay safe, have fun and find food, it helps to claw atop quick, my baby.”

An orphan baby squirrel that sat watching the daily efforts, one day approached the mommy squirrel and said, “Teach me how to climb the tree, please. I will learn it quick.”

An elated baby orphan jumped with thrill and screamed he’s going to live in style. Sat in the bush and watched mommy squirrel plead with her son.

“I am good, matron. Can we start?”

“That’s great matron. Will do,” said the orphan and skirted away happy dreaming of being trained by the best hand.

A week later, when he met the matron, she said, “Hey, smart boy. I was just thinking about you. I will take you to the master on the third Sunday following the next. I cannot rest until I help such a determined boy.”

After the long wait, when Sunday dawned, he was at the matron’s door greeting her. “Oh, my child. How have you been? I was speaking about our bright offspring to the elders at last week’s clan get-together. So many of them are eager to help you, my boy. You are the luckiest child.”

“Yep, my dear. The best in the clan want to teach you…”

“But when, matron.”

The orphan squirrel returned to the bush and sat watching mommy squirrel attempt to train her offspring. He waited, waited and waited in the bush. He felt guilty of being a pest. He was afraid of being called a nag.

“Well, I’m great matron. Was wondering if I’ll be getting a trainer.”

He patiently reminded her of her promise made, when she said, “Actually, they are not trainers. They are all masters in their fields, and I was told, they do not train babies. And added to that you are an orphan. So it’s their status issue, as well. But don’t you worry, my son. I’m there for you.”

“Yes matron. I need your help, please.”

“Umm.” The orphan squirrel now had his doubts at the matron’s intentions. But just smiled and said, “Good. Sure matron. I will wait for you.”

“Weekly trip means,” the orphan mumbled.

“Thanks matron. See you on Sunday.”

The squirrel returned to his spot in the bushes. After each week, he told himself, “Probably next Sunday.”