On my way to work this morning, I saw a fat squirrel running on the footpath in front of me. It was such a tubster (possibly pregnant), that it was not as nimble as others I have seen. It then made a very odd choice for a chubby squirrel. Rather than run up the grassy hills to where it wanted to go, it decided to run up the concrete stairs. This amused me greatly, so I stopped to watch for a moment. Once it got to about halfway up the flight of stairs it jumped onto the grass and wobbled towards the trees. For some reason I heard alarm bells ringing danger for my fuzzy friend. I looked at the other side of the stairs, and in the long grass, I saw a pair of green eyes. A black cat had also been watching the squirrel, and had apparently decided my friend's name was 2nd breakfast. As I saw kitty's ass a twitching in the grass, I decided to clap my hands, stamp my feet and yell out "run squirrel pants". I then apologised to the cat, reasoning with myself that I did not need to see squirrel torture on my way to work, so I did it for good. Mostly mine I suppose. I mean seeing that before breakfast, is not a good way to start the day.
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