He hadn't seen his squirrel friends in quite a while and as he sat and watched the snow fall, he began to wonder about them. Did they just disappear? Were they safe and warm? Did they have enough to eat? He pondered this, sitting in his living room, feet up near the fire place.

He dresses quickly and jumps into his truck. He had to put it in 4x4 mode to get out of the unblowed driveway and complex, but he made it. First he went to a lumber store, then to get some carpeting. He had a plan in his head and he only hoped it would work.

After doing his shopping, he drives to the complex, but instead of going home, he goes to the garage area where the vehicles were maintained. He hauls the lumber and other things he bought into the garage. While doing so he has to laugh at himself. They made things like this all the time, why not get one already made? He had to laugh at himself.

Hours later, along with a very sore thumb and a lot of hammering and cursing, it was done. He sat back on his heels and smiles proudly at it.

He even calls one of the mechanic's over to look at it. The guy looked at Dirk like he was crazy, but had to admit it wasn't bad, for what it was.

He had built a squirrel house. It had a green shingled roof, white walls and dark green shutters. Inside is carpeted throughout, with real glass windows to keep out the wind. He had even bought two small space heaters to keep it warm for them. He also made a platform that held a huge bowl of mixed nuts and a keg of beer.

With a little help from the mechanics he got the squirrel house home and set it beside the front porch of his house. He just hoped they'd come.

*Skitterskitter dragdragdrag skitterskitter*

Bright eyed bushy tailed? Or something.. Here he was, finally!! II strolled on up the snowed up walk way to the house. He was dressed to impress, with his little letterman sweater, which mind you had a 'II' where the letter would have been, and a 6 pack of beer.

A small knap sack slung over the furry one's shoulder finished up the ensemble.. Scratch that, cause he was also carrying a small milk carton with a hand drawn picture of one 'Julie Ponomorenko' that read 'Have you seen me? If so pleez call II, reward offered.'

Up the walk the fuzzy one went, then each step was taken, each one evident by the clanging of beer cans. With all his authority, II waltzed up to the door and banged away as hard as he could.

"Keeeeeeeeggeeeeer! I'm here.. M'Mon Keeeeeeegger! I need some HALP!"

He heard the tiny knock at his door so he slides on his sleepy pants and makes his way to the door. "Hold your horses!" When he opens the door he nearly shuts it again, thinking he must of been hearing things. But then he looks to his feet and sees II with the six pack. "Wow, little dude bring this to me?"

He reaches down and grabs up a can of the beer and notices the milk carton. "What's this?"