Looking for Squirrel

I know it's around here somewhere. I never see it move; it runs away when I'm not looking. Sometimes I find it peeking from under the couch; sometimes it will be right under my nose. Aha! And there it is, under the big table. Sometimes I try to get the people to play there, but they would rather eat. Eat. That sounds like a good idea. But first I have to show my person that I have indeed found Squirrel. I proudly run to her to display the torn and shaggy squirrel. I pulled the soft cottony insides out weeks ago. She wrestles Squirrel from me and holds it up high - too high for me to reach. But that doesn't stop me from jumping and trying to snatch it with my strong teeth anyway. I jump and jump and jump and jump... and HEY! Squirrel leaps from her hands and flies down the hallway. My determination tells my person, "Don't worry, I'll get it!" And off I go, retrieving Squirrel and proudly bringing it to my person again. I just wait for the thing to be brave enough to run away again, but I will go after it every time!

For some reason my person stops paying attention to squirrel, and I must find something else to do.