[This time around, he hadn't been embarrassingly sketching anyone at all, but rather a squirrel. Its head is a little lumpy, but it is a fine looking squirrel nonetheless, until Lucas's pencil skids across it as he jumps in surprise.]
Oh! . . . Miss Ukraine. It's just --
[He turns back to the tree. The tree absent one squirrel, which had been startled away by the sounds of voices.]
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Oh! . . . Miss Ukraine. It's just --
[He turns back to the tree. The tree absent one squirrel, which had been startled away by the sounds of voices.]
A squirrel.