After the snow falls, a gray squirrel peeks out of a hole in an oak tree. He climbs up the tree’s trunk. Snow slips off as he leaps across a big branch.
A brown leaf hangs from a twig above him. The squirrel stretches on his hind legs, grabs the leaf, and crumples it into his mouth.
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