“It’s not his real name.” Ed was pretty sure.
“Let’s hope not,” Edna replied. “I mean, what Mom would . .”
“Well, it fits,” Ed interrupted. “He kinda looks the part.”
Edna smiled sheepishly, trying hard to get the image out of her head.
Ed finally broke the silence. “You have to admit, it’s appropriate for his work, though.”
“Yeah,” Edna agreed. “Not everyone can climb to the top of those southern red oaks and maneuver around.”
They needed the work done, but still weren’t sure about this odd fellow as they stared at his business card:
This 99-word story is my contribution to the May 18 Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge to "write a story that features a squirrel."