"I saw a squirrel without a head.
No, it wasn't dead. It was moving, jumping, leaping around, scuttling along my fence - with a gray furry stump where its head should be. What? How? I don't know, but I swear it's true. I saw a squirrel without a head. Perhaps from birth? Who knows. But I know what I saw. And what I saw at ten-thirty in the morning is a little gray, big-tailed squirrel without a head."
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