Feed the squirrel like a momma bird

You give Old Man friendship the wise advice to eat the sloppy joe, then regurgitate the pre-digested joe into the squirrel's mouth--just as a mother bird would do.  There is no reason he can't withhold some of the joe when he vomits, effectively feeding himself as well.  He wipes off the bag in preparation of opening it.

Old Man Friendship struggles with the quality seal job on the bag he once admired.  On the bright side, the river water had not crept into bag, which surely would have spoiled its innards.  He finally releases the joe from its plastic prison.  Old Man Friendship consumes the hearty-portioned piece of work and prepares to vomit.  He looks down with a smile at an unsuspecting rodent affectionately named "Mother Squirrel".  "From one mother to another" he says and begins to feed him.

Much better!  Old Man Friendship is not sure how much of the joe actually made it into Mother Squirrel's mouth.  He takes this to mean that squirrels are messy eaters and should stick to finger foods.  Additionally, it seems the superfluous vomit-food has rid our little friend of his flea problem.  This means the Rod Slab's Flea-Flee™ body shampoo is available to use on Old Man Friendship's swimming mate!

Old Man Friendship rushes over to help out his industrial-aquatic pal.  He squeezes the bottle's contents directly onto the pesky insects.  He is caught downwind from the bottle and catches a whiff of the shampoo.  It has a distinctly familiar aroma that is salty and lightly sweet.

Old Man Friendship decides to give the flea shampoo a closer whiff.  It seems that someone has replaced the original contents of this shampoo bottle with softened butter.  How clever! he thinks.  Spreading butter is a task that often proves frustrating for Old Man Friendship.  After expressing his appreciation for this invention, he checks up on his swimming mate.

It appears the squeeze butter has attracted even more ants than before.  Every one of them wants to get a piece of this man's sweet and salty leg.  Suddenly, the swimming mate's foot begins to twitch!

In a reaction to the increased insect activity on his leg, the swimming mate stirs from his aquatic slumber.  You watch in horror as Old Man Friendship watches in amazement.  He is quite smitten with the recent turn of events.  You feel as though things might start to go south from here.  Old Man Friendship is also becoming concerned that he has no more food to greet the swimming mate with.

What advice do you give Old Man Friendship?