As I was driving I saw a squirrel struggling in a pain on the road. His body was flipping up in the air, and his eyes were closed, and his tail was bent. He had obviously been run over.
When I saw him, I decided to finish him off with my own vehicle – poor little guy.
For the people who disapprove: I’m sorry!!! But it was dying a slow death. From it’s condition there was no way it could have survived with medical attention. I just didn’t want it to die slow – that’s the worse kind of death.
After I described the forest and the truck driving the dirt road I wrote the conversation between the main character and an old man driving him to the woods to kill a monster. Killing the monster could give somebody immortality.
Sorry for spelling I didn’t spell check.
“Do you really think you could kill the monster from hell?” the old man said.
I kept quiet while rubbing my newly shaved head, I stared outside the window into the woods, gazing into the area which would be my burial or victory ground.
The old man continued. “Well just in case you’re wondering how it looks, I’ve seen it.”
I looked at the old man, “Really, please tell me what it looks like.”
“Oh it’s a sight.” The old man sat up straight and cleared his mouth of tabbaco by spitting it out the window. “It’s entire body had black fur, pitch black, the blackest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. It stood on two feet, oddly enough it’s feet appeared human, tan, strong, wide, and it jumped across the trees, very high, very fast. But the head.” The old man paused. “The head was the real horror, it looked like the head of a provoked goat, I would say a cashmere because of it’s fur.”
“Cashmere.” I said softly.
“Cashmere.” The old man said intriguely. “Sure beats calling it the monster from hell.” He said laughingly.
“When did you see it?” I eagerly asked.
“While driving around, but I only got a quick glance at it because the monster changed it’s color like a chameleon.”
“Intresting, and you’ve only seen it once?”
“Oh yeah, but by choice, I never look out for it, seeing it once nearly gave me a dang heart attack. It’d be better ignoring the woods and just focusing on the road.” The old man lifted his left hand and waved his index finger in
the air. “Say, what makes you so sure you could find it? Let alone kill it.”
I reached for my green bag and put it on the truck’s dashboard. “Squirrels.” I said. “I’ve heard many stories from people who wander these woods, and the one thing they’ve all seen is headless squirrels. This leads me to believe Cashmere eats the heads, so I’ve prepared the bait.”
“That’s a weird breakfast.”
I laughed, then I stared out into the sky, “Have you ever seen the creature from heaven.” The old man didn’t respond, I turned towards him and he seemed confused. “You know the legend, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but I’ve never seen it. I hear it’s just a methaphor or something?”
“Well from what I hear god created a creature to keep the cashmere in these woods, that’s why it’s still here.”
“Oh, I’ve never heard of it like that.” The old man slowed down the truck. “Hey, if you’re staying up past midnight hunting the monster from hell do you think you’ll find the juggernaut of earth also?”
My mouth dropped, “Juggernaut of earth?” I said curiously.
“Yeah, legend says it comes out at midnight, and it can’t die. I don’t drive around at night, so I’ve never seen it.” The old man stopped the car and saw my shocked face. “Hell I think that legend is made up, probably to go with the heaven and hell creatures or whatever.”
“I hope so.” I said. I opened my door and tooked my first step into the mythical wilderness. “Well this is it, thank you for the ride.”
“No problem, you take care now.”
Oh and I’m 9 years old.
I’m 9, don’t hurt my feelings.
So, there was a dead raccoon on the road, Animal Control picked it up and it has rabies. I’m keeping the dogs inside as much as I can, but they *do* have to go out sometimes. At night (~11 or 12), would it be better to go right outside the house into a sparsely forested area, or out to the road and onto the road shoulder next to a heavily forested area for the dogs to do their business? Or would it be better to take them to the backyard (no trees)? I understand I’m going to have to be alert and careful in all the places, but which is least likely to house a rabid raccoon/squirrel/bat?
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Tagged animal, animal control, area, control, dogs, forested area, house, neighborhood, night, rabies, raccoon, right, road, road shoulder, shoulder, Squirrel, trees
i defiantly hate spoons with a burning passion i wont use them at all, i also hate triangles, hot sand, clowns (they scare me really bad), puppets (im terrified of them), green flowers, dirty feet, dirt, wet metal, the smell of hot metal, the smell of rain, babies without hair, horny squirrels (btw are guys just looking for sex), squirrels without tails, cats with two heads, double jointed people, calculators, people who spit when they talk, orange tans, the word flub, anything orange flavored, how oranges get to be named after the color that they are, dry skin, when people are peeling from a sunburn, when people dress their dogs, the sound of people screaming, when people pass me on the road, horns, baked fruit, cooked tomatoes, hairy armpits XP, sharp rocks, highlighters, dead plants, gay vampires, lumpy space princesses, smart asses, guys who always are showing their abs, magnets on cars about how much ppl love their dogs, sporks, wooden pencils, people who draw all the time but are horrible drawers, robots, elevators, people that think their all that, justin bieber, cooked carrots, snow that goes in my eye, theaters that smell horrible, cars with rust, cats with one eye, when people say penis all the time, when people take up a whole seat on the bus, the letter f and q, when people say rawr all the time, firefighters, teachers that spit, the number 17, fans with ribbons on them, when people spray paint grass, giant boxes, aliens, chicken themed wallpaper, watering cans, bird houses, bird feeders, bird seeds, birds!!, squished animals on the road…
there’s many more but this is just a few so please tell me what you think about my hates
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Tagged bird, bird houses, bird seeds, burning, burning passion, dead plants, dirty feet, double jointed people, dry skin, eye, green flowers, hairy armpits, hot metal, hot sand, justin bieber, metal, number 17, orange, passion, road, smart asses, smell, spit, spray paint, tans, time, time firefighters, two heads, watering cans, wooden pencils
My dog is normally well-behaved, but he goes CRAZY when he sees a squirrel. He does not listen to me at all and will do whatever it takes to get closer to the squirrel. I’m afraid he’s going to run into the road one day and get run over – he’s already escaped our yard once going after a squirrel. I have read the books and watched The Dog Whisperer and I don’t know what to do. Please help!
They bark-pause-bark. He chatters from the tree trunk and the whole process begins anew.
PS. The squirrel proof bird feeder is in the Oak tree above, where the dogs are located and it’s loaded with 2 kinds of Sunflower seeds!
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Tagged chihuahuas, gray squirrel, process, road, tree, tree trunk, trunk
They bark-pause-bark. He chatters from the tree trunk and the whole process begins anew.
PS. The squirrel proof bird feeder is in the Oak tree above, where the dogs are located and it’s loaded with 2 kinds of Sunflower seeds!
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Tagged chihuahuas, gray squirrel, process, road, tree, tree trunk, trunk
