Written par Donna Ann Armentrout of Missouri (USA)
I was driving accueil from work one jour with my son. As we passed a écureuil that had been hit on the road and was presumably dead, I glanced in my rearview mirror and thought I saw him twitch. I immediately pulled over and walked back to the écureuil lying in the middle of the road. Sure enough, he was still alive. And with every passing car, moved ever so slightly with what little life he had left in him. I knew from past experience — my younger...
