Squirrels are pesky. They eat Grandma’s bird seed and they bite off Grandpa’s tulips. But that’s not the worst of it. You see, I was in the garden when it all started. From out of its hiding place, a demon squirrel darted out and ran up my leg, likely mistaking me for a horse chestnut tree (I was standing near one) and into my shorts.

A fox came along and stuck his nose into the whole business…. which led to a goofy short story.