By Michael Avery
A few days ago, when Oi and I began our daily walk along a path that meanders alongside a stream and some natural ponds, we came upon a disturbing scene: a motionless squirrel lying in some grass. His eyes were open, so I concluded that he had left his body through the doors of death.
But then Oi looked closer and saw that its stomach was moving in and out, faintly, but rapidly.