Little Miss Dolittle, by Henry Bladon

I thought I'd come to the park for a sit down. It's my second month not working and it's driving me mad not being able to talk to people. I'll soon be talking to the dirty pigeons. Well, at least I can use the time to have my hair cut and go shopping. And I can go drinking at lunchtime - with the pigeons of course, you should never drink by yourself. Ha ha, talking to the pigeons and then drinking with them. I'm Little Miss Dolittle.

Anyway, I don't know why I'm telling all this stuff to a squirrel.