“So then”, says the squirrel, “a whole group of adventurers come traipsing through. And one of them had a DOG!”
I stumbled across another unexpected something while running The Tracker’s Trap last night with a handful of guildmates. There we were, dealing with one very large group of bad guys after another, when I notice this chipper little dude staring up at me.
A squirrel. And not just any squirrel, this is a squirrel of unusual size. Nearly as big as Knicker! Not that Knicker is particularly big, au contraire, but even so she is still very large in squirrel terms.
Except not for this squirrel, to him Knicker is almost exacly squirrel-sized. Also unusual, most squirrels/birds/foxes/deer run away when you approach. Not this guy. He pulls up on his haunches for a conversation. Maybe he is hoping for a nut?
“Geoff, where are you?” I hear over voice chat. The fighting, off ahead in the distance, sounds quite intense. My Gamer Girl looks over to see what I’m doing. “He’s taking pictures. Again.”
And so I am. The squirrel is fascinating. He chitters and chirps, turning away only when I stop paying attention to him.
The gnolls or yuan-ti or whatever can wait, there are always more of those. But I’ve only seen the one squirrel like this one, ever.
Anyone can fight
Bad guys are an endless stream
But check out this squirrel!
Using “Squirrel” in haiku is fraught with peril. Where I grew up, “squirrel” is two syllables: “skwur’-rel”. But where I live now it is only one: “skwerl”. So pretend you are reading the above verse while in the Southeastern U.S.
Meanwhile, this squirrel and I, we have things to discuss.
You go on ahead. I’ll catch up.
🙂 😀 🙂