Preface
There's a breeze that twirls through my hair. It matches perfectly with the weather of clear sky with a sun fighting through the green, leafy, clouds. Warm and bright in the beams and cool and relaxing in the shadows. Of course I'm smart enough to blanket myself in the foliage under the watchful of a oak tree. I inhale deeply and the nutty smell of a squirrel is wafting by my oak. I see him nibbling a acorn. He's plump, round, and fleshy. My mouth waters and I crawl. The squirrel looks up and turns to stone. He turns the opposite way of me. I pounce and he squeals fighting me. I sink my needle sharp teeth into his neck. He gargles into silence. My mouth drips while my already orangy-red coat has drops that pops out. I snag the kill and drag it into the den before a large shadow covers me.
