PURIM FESTIVITES BEGIN NOW

the miracle of spring! the cherries burst forth from their bulbs! the slumbering squirrel awakens! he climbs forth from his dank lair smelling of squirrel sweat and dung where he has spent the past fortnights meditating on the previous solstice cycle, making silent resolutions to himself- to go to yoga more often, to give up horse tranquilizers and onion cream cheese; the horrible occurrences of the tropical months resonating throughout his peanut sized brain, seeping into his bloodstream like a never ending cacophony of terrorism, ENOUGH! the squirrel rises, shakes off his bushy tail, enamoring himself at the sun's bright orb, its rays warming his coat. the squirrel scurries forth, up trees, down into sewers, playfully in search of fresh acorns and decomposing bodies to feast on, for with the spring comes the unfilled promise of redemption! NEXT YEAR IN JERUSALEM!