Liberally Challenged

Squirrel Nutkin is not happy.

Let me explain:

In the middle of the lake there is an island covered with trees and net bushes; and amongst those trees stands a hollow oak-tree, which is the house of an owl called Gordon Brown.

One autumn when the nuts were ripe, and the leaves on the hazel bushes were golden and green - Nutkin and the brothers Miliberry and all the other squirrels came out of the wood and down to the edge of the lake.


For ten long years all the squirrels was happy, frolicking in the successes of Gordon the Owl's wise leadership. Then a big black recession hit, and the squirrels were in deep, deep shit. Squirrel Nutkin knew that the other animals weren't going to vote for her or her bushy tail anymore.

So, she thought and thought and eventually, Squirrel Nutkin came up with a plan. "I will throw a party!" said Nutkin, who rushed to tell the Daily Mirror of her clever idea. She bobbed up and down like a little red cherry, singing "I'm fed up with doom and gloom! On july 19th, all the animals will have a party to raise community spirit!".

But when she took her idea to Gordon the Owl, he simply turned up his eyes in disgust at the impertinence of Nutkin, who had, in her hastiness, shown her plans to the associated press outside through a plainly visible see-through folder. What a silly Squirrel Nutkin!

And to this day if you meet Nutkin up a tree and ask her a riddle, she will throw sticks at you and stamp her feet and scold, and shout - "Never get into politics!"

So no, Squirrel Nutkin is not happy. Not happy at all.