I like to walk. Sometimes run. Up the street. Down the street. Sometimes I climb trees too. Jump from the branches. I climbed a bird feeder once, in someone's garden. 

People don't seem to like squirrels. Every time I walk down these streets, someone is pointing a gun at me. I don't know why. 

I am a harmless young squirrel. 

But be warned, 

I may nibble your nuts.