Edgar shifts to flank the little creature, shrugging out of his flannel shirt and (after a quick glance at how Chuck's holding his own shirt) spreading it between his hands.
"Right, you little monster," he says to the squirrel, keeping his voice low, "don't you give us any trouble now."
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"Right, you little monster," he says to the squirrel, keeping his voice low, "don't you give us any trouble now."