I can see them moving.
I can see them moving.
They may think they are hidden by the woodland but without the greenery for cover on the trees they aren’t camouflaged too well. They dart from one hiding place to another, scurrying, glancing left and then right. A sudden burst of speed and they break cover to advance another few yards.
They believe I can’t see them or perhaps that I don’t care what they are up to but I have them in my sights. I can track them as they drag their treasures and hide them at the edge of the woodland. Small little treasures but the amount of them makes up for their size. So I keep watch on them as they scuttle to and fro. Forever watching for intrusions before burying their hoard.
Busy little squirrels and their acorns.
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When i was reading this i though you may bhave been reffering to small children. Lol. Very nice.
That’s great, very descriptive! (MoonShadowWolf, you read it again, you’ll see that it describes squirrels better than children. LOL)
I loved this story the first time I read it. I’m glad it won the comp – very worthy! A nice building of tension and mystery, before all is revealed in the last sentence.
Fantastic!! I can’t get the image of tribal, spear wielding squirrels dragging treasure chests around the wood. Grrrrreat! (As Tony the tiger might say.)