Ike

Daddy is my hero. The morning after the hurricane, he was in our front yard and he saw a little squirrel laying in a puddle of water trapped under a large branch. He was soaking wet and exhausted. Daddy found a stick and helped the squirrel into a bottle brush tree in our front yard where he could rest and get strong again.

Mommy looked out into the tree and saw that the squirrel was hanging by his two front legs, and he was too weak to pull himself up into the tree. She got a small box and made a bed for him to sleep in until he felt better. We named him Ike.

Ike slept for two whole days. Mommy gave him some birdseed, but he didn't want to eat. He didn't move for a really long time. After two days, he started to sit up and look at us. On the third day, he crawled out of the box and went out into our yard to play with the other squirrels. Thanks to Daddy, he got better!