Dodge tipped his head at me, then strolled out of my sight. I struggled with the restraints for a while, knowing it was futile, but unwilling to accept defeat.
Just when I was ready to give it up, for the time being anyway, I heard a strange chatter.
Moments later members of the Swedish Olympic Squirrel Team leapt onto the bed and started gnawing on the bindings.
Thursday
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You never cease to amaze with your adventures.
That's just a nice way of saying I'm deranged, isn't it?
Ummmm.... ;)
BAX!!!!
Hmm?!?! LOl ;)
:P
More squirrels please.
sf, I think you'll get your wish.
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