"Are these acorns?" Jasmine picked one up to look, turning it back and forth under the sunlight filtering through the leaves.
This acorn was probably left over from last year; the shell was slightly moldy and extremely light. This year's acorns had not yet reached the time to ripen and fall; it would probably take another month before it was the best time for harvesting.
"Yes, it was probably gathered from some abandoned hole. This squirrel probably just moved here, so it hasn't had time to hoard much." The butler observed for a moment and then commented, his hand dusting off his shoulder. Normally, in an occupied Squirrel hole, no matter how good the Squirrel was at hoarding, it could not keep last year's food until now without finishing it.
