At the Park

At the Park

“Do you expect me to believe that story?” Jeff said.

“Well, yeah... which part of it didn’t seem believable?” Ted asked.

“Are you kidding me?” Jeff shot back.

“No! I really want to know.”

“Well, number one. If you remembered your lunch, I’d be surprised, after how many times your mother’s dropped it off on her way to work. Second squirrels are not that bright. They don’t plot attacks, they just eat whatever shows up in front of them. And third I happen to know you love my mother’s lasagna, which is what I have for lunch today.”

“Well it is true. They took my lunch! There was a little gang of them at the corner of Dean and Withers Street right next to the cemetery. When I had to stop to wait for the light, one of them walked right up to me and chittered. It was so cool! Like he was trying to talk to me! But then two other ones came up from behind, and while one pulled the bag right out of my hand, the other one stood there and yelled at me! Tomorrow I’m putting my lunch inside my backpack, just in case!”

“I’ll share my lunch, but only because that was a pretty cool story. You ought to think about writing for a living.”

Ted decided he was too hungry to argue.

Back at the cemetery the three squirrels were scouting for their next target. “Here comes that lady who always has peanut butter sandwiches, wanna try” asked Chip.

“No way!” said Hop, “that woman is a fanatic! The last time I tried to get her peanut butter sandwich she almost pulled my tail off!”

“Ok” said Ramsey, “Let’s wait for a Nanny, with a stroller, they’ve always got the best snacks!”