I think I am in Lilliputian Land when I discover someone's table littered with discarded pine cone scales.
A little further into my walk, I come upon a soft, mossy carpet and a supply of pine cones, neatly piled.
I see a movement in the trees near me. Two squirrels quickly run away, but then one abruptly stops and gives me a good scolding.
"Please excuse me." "I'm awfully sorry for the intrusion."
