They’re Coming to Take Me Away

The squirrels know I’m injured. They line my walking path staring at me with those cold, black eyes…doll’s eyes.

I feel something at my feet, I trip, I’m falling. My head is spinning as I’m dragged into the burrow…

It’s dark, my head is pounding, I hear the sounds of gna
Oh dear God.

Call Carl Spackler.

Sorry, was channeling my inner Robert Shaw. Borrowed a line from Jaws. Damn squirrels were everywhere during my three-mile walk today.


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