Planet coughs up hairball

I’m proud of that headline — it’s positively Onionesque. This morning at the Horsie Restaurant, open daily for breakfast only, I noticed an odd wad of grass and shredded baling twine lying next to Reginald’s third entrance. Obviously, due to the close proximity of Reggie’s house, it’s a discarded bed. Has his wife evicted him? Or are things just hunky-dory and they splurged on a California king and tossed out the old double? Or maybe the thing is infested with vermin. Oh, wait. Squirrels are themselves vermin, at least to people who have great big stacks of hay nearby with tunnels through them made by Reggie’s kind.

This calls for further, in-depth investigation. Stay tuned.