Squirrels Unite!

A squirrel sat in the branches looking over the parking lot. It watched as two forms emerged from a car, one carrying a blanket, the other a small paper bag. “Food” it thought. As the two sat there seeming to bicker with the other, the squirrel watched intently climbing from branch to branch, momentarily getting distracted by some acorns in the tree.

Presently it seemed as if the pair had resolved their differences and now were smiling as they entered into the underbrush of the forest. With a happy gait the squirrel followed them as they headed towards the dying sun.

With a few short leaps and bounds the squirrel, however, found himself at an impasse. The two lovers had gone forward, disappearing into a glade, but there was a hole in the tree line caused by a deep ravine. For the humans this was no problem, but to one lives his life among the branches, jumping from tree to tree, this was a problem. Usually this would be a problem best solved by daring acrobatics, but the distance between the trees was simply too large. With a few chitters of his whiskers he decided to take the journey down the side of the tree and venture onto the forest floor below him.

He could smell the scent of the pair left marking the way. He followed their footsteps for a time before gazing at the deadly ravine before him. Soon he spotted a hole in the underbrush that paralleled their path and began the journey with a few bounds. The sound of the human footsteps before him finally stopped, catching his attention as he entered into the hole. He could hear a few grumbles, a few complaints and finally a few laughs echo into the narrow coridor. He could even smell them even from here, a sweet honey smell wafting off from that paper bag.

In a few steps he was released from the thicket of branches and emerged on the other side of the ravine. Before him was his prize. A blanket spread across the forest floor, replacing the blanket of pine needles that had once been there. On top of that a giant lay prone. Kneeling above him was a woman, slowly stroking his back with her hands. Apparently the pair had resolved their differences and the squirrel heard the man murmuring a barrage of sighs to the winds.

The poor squirrel sat on the ground watching them. Something there smelled sweetly and he was going to find out what it was. Looking above him he saw a network of branches hiding the ground from the sun. Up the side of the tree this squirrel went to pursue the outcrop. As he summated the last few branches he noticed a patch of acorns hanging a few yards on the other side a few trees away. This gave presented him with a choice. His whiskers quivered as he debated his path. The acorns were on another tree, to get there he had to go up a bit, jump over to a tree running adjacent to them and leap out to grab on to them.

On the other hand, however, this squirrel thought all he had to do to get the sweet scent he caught off of the bag was to climb a bit farther, prowl out to the end of the branch and leap down. It seemed like the they were growing more relaxed. He knew he had only had a few more moments before one of them ate his prize.

Up the tree he ran and across to his look out place. He could still smell whatever it was in the air, and he watched as the woman straddled her legs over the man’s back. The scent still wafted up revealing that it had moved. It was no longer inside of the crushed paper bag but instead in her pocket. His whiskers quivered as he prepared his descent. With a short hop he leapt down onto her back, as she laid a kiss on her partner’s neck.