On Friday I went for a walk.
Halloween decorations are still up around the neighborhood. Every Victorian mansion should be festooned with green spooky webs for several months out of the year. It's a few days after Halloween, though, so I'm sure the webs will soon be replaced with sparkly lights.
Carrying something bright and red, a squirrel darts across the sidewalk and partway up a scruffy maple. What kind of a nut is that? I look at the squirrel and he, a foil-wrapped Hershey Kiss gripped securely in his teeth, looks back at me.
"Hey, squirrel, that'll make you sick. You'll get heart failure if you eat that."
Squirrel just looks at me. If a squirrel chatters with a Hershey kiss in his mouth and I'm there, it still makes no sound. Squirrel heads on up the tree and straight for death by chocolate.
145 words | November 6, 2004 08:58 PM | Real true story