I'm Free!!! I don't usually like to stretch my Fiction Friday over to Saturday, but I had a lot of visitors yesterday that might want to know just exactly how I escaped the clutches of Mr. Nutz the angry squirrel overlord. Strangely, today's story is based on a real event that happened yesterday when I met this squirrel you see in the photos. Here we go!
The last time you heard from me, I was trapped by Mr. Nutz in the comments section of my blog, and Mr. Nutz had taken over. Now I'm am completely free, and Mr. Nutz is gone. It turned out to be a simple thing to get free of him.
While I was looking around in the mist, I kept seeing a light in the distance. I mentioned yesterday that I was afraid to go into the light. I guess I've watched too many bad movies, because the light turned out to be the exit! When I finally worked up the courage to look through it, I saw the outside of a tree, and Mr. Nutz was standing guard outside.
I remembered a tip about how much squirrels liked acorns. So I checked my pockets, and sure enough, I had one acorn left! I know it sounds too convenient, but I did have the acorn. I thought about using it to negotiate with him, but I decided that I wasn't going to negotiate with a squirrel, because they're all nuts!
So I decided to distract him instead. Knowing that a squirrel can't resist acorns, I threw the acorn over to Mr. Nutz. He quickly picked it up and put it in his mouth. Stupid squirrel! He started gnawing on that acorn like it was his favorite food. I guess it was.
While I was watching this happen, I knew that I was going to win. Squirrels may have bad tempers. And they may get angry at anyone or anything invading their territory, but they are all very easily distracted. Mr. Nutz quickly forgot I was even there.
He was enjoying that acorn so much that he completely forgot about the war. The acorn was everything to him now. He looked around suspiciously afraid that someone would try to take away his new prize. His acorn. His prize. His precioussss.
Finally, he decided he had to hide his acorn. So he turned around, and ran right up the side of the biggest tree that he could find. He climbed up onto a nice high branch so he could hoard his acorn in peace. He didn't care about anything else anymore. The acorn was safe, and it was his.
Of course, I took that opportunity to escape all the way from the tree. I didn't have to hurry. I was even able to stop and watch him up on that branch. I might as well have been invisible. He didn't care about me anymore, so I walked away and came back home.
After all of that, maybe you're all wondering if I learned my lesson to not start a war with angry squirrels.
Not one bit.