This picture was the writing prompt from an earlier post, something I saw on the Book of Face with a caption which went something like this:
You swerve to avoid a squirrel. Later, in your hour of greatest need, the same squirrel returns to repay its life debt.
It stuck with me. There are squirrels all around me, at home and at work. They do chirp at you, and some will come up and eat from your hand.
So here’s my quick and silly story based on that photo. (Sidenote: I swear it’s a photoshop job, but whoever did it put some real time into making it perfect.)
THE SAGA OF SIR BUSHYTAIL THE BRAVE
Hathaway took pride in being a good guest, so he nodded at the massive elk antlers mounted on the wall and smiled at a fat raccoon pelt arranged like a tiny rug next to the…
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