Friday, January 9, 2026

Forest Friends

 

Leaves scraped and crunched and became airborne for just a moment while the black squirrel hummed happily to himself, digging the hole that had to be deep enough; as deep as forever.

Suddenly, the house door opened, and the human looked out. She spotted him and they locked eyes for just a moment. The human looked unsure, then alarmed.

Quickly, the squirrel rubbed his face in the leaves, wiping off the blood, and re-emerged, blinking and twitching his whiskers adorably.

The human smiled and went back inside.

From up in a nearby tree, the one-eyed squirrel shuddered and turned away.

 

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