My job is to count all the people who park their cars and walk up the path by my rock house. I'm so busy haying that I don't keep very good track.

Most people ignore me. Some people think I'm cute. Others think I'm a mouse. Sometimes I have to squawk very loudly so they don't step right on my head. Every now and then a lady screams back at me.

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That yellow bellied marmot to my right is my big friend Horace. He lives across the road.

Please don't feed him when he begs. He has a weight problem and his teeth aren't very good.

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