During a rain-soaked game of kickball in the park, the ball was kicked well into the back trees.
The farthest outfielder made it his duty to retrieve it.
Before finding the ball, he came across a squirrel lying on its side, which presumably fell from a tree.
They hovering boy saw that the squirrel was motionless, but seeing it was still breathing, called the rest of the gang over.
The gang met the dying squirrel with a mixed bag of reaction (the younger being at first influenced by their parent’s “sanitary” influence), but everyone’s internal fascination eventually surfaced.
Especially when the squirrel had breathed its last.
By this time, many of the children wanting to go on to the next exciting thing, had lost interest, but a few of them had the idea to give the squirrel a proper burial,
...being the least they could do.
They did not have much at their disposal, but with their numbers, they were able to pile rocks, gather flowers and make garlands out of ivy.
Digging a shallow hole in a cleared area in the forest, they buried the squirrel, piled on the rocks and laid the garland and flowers on top.
“Let’s say a few words…”
After a short hesitation, a voice spoke up.
“We have no idea of your life…
...how you lived it where you came from;
All we know is that we were there for your final moments on this Earth.”
“We hope that you weren’t scared with us around.”
When the group came back to the field, they found that the rain had stopped.