Hedgerow Harry is the terror of the walkway. He skulks behind leaves, ears strained for an unsuspecting hiker. Eyes as hard and black as beads calculate the ambush – distance and speed.
It’s not about surprise, he knows. He wants his victims warned, just barely, before he strikes. The quick thrust and push of a bully demands a victim’s cooperation if the mission is to be a success.
As a little squirt he realized that cute got no rewards. Life is all about power and push, about manipulation which gets response.
An elderly man strolled into view. Hedgerow Harry tensed. Jumped. Landed only inches from his victim’s feet.
“Dang! You damned chipmunk!”
The seeds intended for the chickadees slipped from the man’s hand as he struggled to steady himself.
“Now, look what you’ve done!” he scolded.
Hedgerow Harry moved in for the kill.