Several years ago we had the trees and brush cleared from the hill behind our back fence that drops down to the alley. After clearing the brush we found a lot of the kids old toys. Golf balls, tennis balls, baseballs, hot wheels, and this dragon. I think it belonged to Brian. It's missing a wing and a hand. Since it was found two years ago it's been standing on the corner of the walkway in the back yard. Erin and Jill like to put a peanut in his mouth to see if the squirrels get it. They always do, and more often than not never disturb the dragon. I've never seen them get it, but when they do it would have to look like they are "Kissing The Dragon".
I would think that young squirrels are warned by their parents to stay away from my back yard. For, many squirrels enter, but few leave. Squirrels must talk about the ones who are "Never Heard From Again". When I think about the peanut being taken, I wonder if it's teenage squirrels proving their manhood. Some of them being taunted by their peers "You ain't a man till you Kiss the Dragon!"