Once upon a time there was a boy. One day he decided that he would take a short cut through the woods from his Intro to German class to his Intro to American Politics class. As you may have guessed already, NEVER take a short cut unless you are prepared to deal with the locals….
So on this one fine day about a week and a half ago (last Monday) the lad decided to take a chance and explore new routes for quicker travels across the barren wastelands of the IU Campus. Upon exiting Ballontine Hall he stumbled across another factor that he was not expecting. Upon exiting he met one of his few acquaintances from high school. As they walked they talked about their next classes, his; American Politics, hers; Chinese History of the Dynasties……………yeah……
Then it happened! As they were crossing the Bridge that was only there for looks, surrounded by the thickest of forests in the spot where very little sun was shining did it happen. Suddenly a cry rang out as a small furry thing fell from the sky only 5 FEET AWAY from our hero. The scream was that of a “senior” who proved to be not so haughty after that. (lol) Taking notice of the situation our hero noticed that the furry thing was in fact a squirrel and that it was very close and it had a “Oh NO!” look on it’s furry face. Before our hero realized what he was doing he stepped toward the squirrel with outstretched hand……and the squirrel ran away.
Once, when I was about Robbie's age, my little brother and I decided that it was high time we had our own pet. (I'm sure you know where this is going.) If The Parents wouldn't get us one, we would go in hot pursuit of one ourselves. We got a paper grocery sack, and went out behind out old barn where squirrels often jumped and climbed. We waited for Our Innocent Victim, and when the next furry friend appeared on the back of the barn (second story up), my brother banged with his fists on the barn while I stood below with the paper sack trying to make the catch. :D Believe it or not, I was fast enough to get the bag under Mr. Squirrel when he fell off of the barn. Needless to say, my Mom was furious with us for doing something so dangerous. One of the bigger boys put the squirrel into a bird cage, where it stayed until my other big brother got home from work, climbed up a tree with the cage, and released our Pet For a Day. :P
We were very disappointed, but quite relieved not to have squirrel stew for dinner that night. :D
Now hold on a sec! This sounds like that other story you made up at the Swift's about when Harvey The Squirrel and his friend (OH... what was his name??!! I know it started with a "J") went to "Moe's" in Avon, and Harvey ordered a bourito that was half as big as Harvey! Or was that his friend that ordered the bourito... oh well, you remember, don't you? You seem to REALLY like squirrels lately...
