Marvy the Mohair Squirrel asked me if yesterday was Squirrels Day. I explained it was Girls Day, which sounds a lot like Squirrels Day.
Marvy looked at me all sad-like, so I said we could create a Squirrels Day for Monkey Town’s squirrel friends.
Marvy said that would be fine.
Karen Waygood is a ruthless up-cycler, standup paddleboarder and former broadcast journalist. She grew up in Hawaii and now lives near Atlanta, Georgia.
“They’re at it again.”
“Well, what do you want me to do about it?”
“Go out there and stop them. It’s bad enough they trespass onto our property. Now they’re starting to steal from us. I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“Honey, calm down, they’re just squirrels.”
Wendy Schmidt is a Wisconsin native who has written short stories and poems for the last 10 years. Her poetry and short stories have been published in Strange, Weird and Wonderful, Daily Love, Three Line Poetry, Tainted Tea, Fear and Trembling, and Midwest Literary Magazine.
The acorns had a happy, pleasant, relaxing kind of life. They hung from the boughs for days on end, swaying in the wind and not worrying about anything.
Then the squirrels arrived.
They were merciless, brutally slaughtering the acorns’ best specimens in broad daylight!
So the acorns befriended a coconut.