I found a message on the garden slate. So far as I could translate, it read: "For we already sing of highest adventure, a newly paved main road and gate-lights" --then trailed off into flowers and earth.
I walked south into our woods and scanned for clues, saw some suspects then sat down on a log. "There are lots of lovely creatures
out here, but which of them is capable of attempting French graffiti?"
"Mwah??!!" I exclaimed.
"No, 'Moi'..."
"E(a)rnest? Is it you?"
"Mai oui, cher humain...Un instant..." He adjusted a tiny dial on his chest. "There! I'm set to English again."
"E(a)rnest, what is that dial attached to?"
"To moi --I mean me. We squirrels have brains about the size of thimbles. Couldn't learn languages so we developed technology to do the job for us."
Something didn't sound right but I didn't pursue it. I decided to learn more. "Why change languages in the first place?"
"Well, because in case you hadn't noticed, a thousand acres across your road has got subdivided and crowded with housing tracts and apartment buildings and it won't stop there. We rodents are getting forced out. Bunch of us are going to France --otherwise, it's war."
I answered with a sigh,"Ah, c'est la guerre."
"Luh Gare?" he asked. "Why should I say that?"