🐿️ Squirrel Stories 🐿️

Real or fake? (data from The Squirrel Census)
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One of these stories is written by a real-world squirrel sighter. The other is written by ChatGPT. Choose the fake squirrel story:

Lots of tourists in the area and runners and cyclists. One cyclist chastised another, saying repeatedly, “That was very dangerous. Why would you do that.“ A family of tourists passed, with the apparent mom questioning, “What is the school of Juilliard?” And an older teen son responding obstinately, “I’m only interested in the history.“

Sunlight dapples the park with a golden haze. Squirrel #18, her fur glistening, dances amidst falling autumn leaves. A moment of unexpected poetry in this city's ceaseless symphony.