Museum Assistant and Super Squirrel boarded the number 41 bus.
"We're going abroad! In winter!" Squealed the squirrel excitedly.
"Where are we going? Zermatt? Val-d'Isère?"
"Cramond" muttered Museum Assistant, staring at their phone.
"Cramond! So named because it's so popular people cram-on the bus to get there!"
Museum Assistant looked at the almost empty top deck of the bus and wondered where they could buy a pair of squirrel rose tinted glasses.
When the bus arrived, Super Squirrel bounced out of his plastic bag squirrel carrier faster than you could say "50mph northerly wind". He ran to the shore, and froze in horror.
"You're not taking me to that island out there, are you? I've read the sign, we might get...made into coconut covered treats."
"That's macaroons, Soops."
"My mistake, sorry. We might get made into brightly coloured French patisserie..."
"I don't trust islands anymore, or macaroons, or macarons. Or the biscuit barrels in RNLI offices. You've got to wonder why they're so keen to rescue people, maybe they're just peckish."
"Don't worry Soops, I won't take you to any islands. Though maybe when can really travel again we should try the south of France. How about Nice? I've heard they have good biscuits?"
Super Squirrel flung himself back in his squirrel carrier. He knew this year had been rough, but cannibalism? Things had really got bad. He was sticking to nuts for a while.
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