Some 37 years ago on May 25th, following a mix-up at the hospital, a baby boy was taken in by a family of squirrels who lived in a park closeby. The boy had a lovely childhood, climbing trees, burying nuts and playing with his friends. It got cold in the winter, but he had a bit of lie-in on really cold days and always had lots of food to nibble on.

On his 18th Birthday, his squirrel Mum and squirrel Dad explained in an excited manner that he was not really a squirrel at all, but a human child, and that he was ready to join his real family.

On entering the human world, Steve, as his squirrel Mum and squirrel Dad had named him, was agog at how big everything was and how funny everyone looked. He soon settled in to human life - he got a job selling jeans, found a friend to see films with and had a comfy bed to sleep in.

Today, he’s shaken off his old squirrel ways but still remembers those happy days of tree climbing and playing with his friends. It’s a thought that makes him smile, and every year on his Birthday he buries a handful of nuts in the back garden.

Disclaimer 1: None of the above is true. Steve’s just a regular schmo who thinks that squirrels are pretty cool.

Disclaimer 3: Steve sometimes forgets to be silly, so this is a reminder to him to be what he is - silly.