posted on Jun, 5 2012 @ 10:13 PM
He took a step, sniffing the air, and a leaf crunched beneath his foot. He stood stock still, and became invisible to all except the most keen of
observers, which after a few moments he soon discerned that there were none.
He twitched his fluffy tail. It was a habit of their kind, a sign to kin that all was clear. They had a language in their tails, one known only to
them, because in a world where vocalization could be deadly, they spoke through body language. Talking was reserved for danger. It was the way,
taught to them by the trees.
He hopped several times, then leaped, gaining a grasp on a large Oak trunk. The Oak sighed through the breeze rustling it's leaves, and he climbed
upwards, towards safety. The trees protected them.
He found purchase on a thick branch, and climbed outwards to survey the world around him. There were Humans on the ground below. The tree told him
it was a park, a word he had learned to mean relative safety. He watched them, curious, his tail flicking as they moved. His tail told the story to
any watching him, the number of people, where they were moving to, and most of all, anything dangerous. He scurried to the end of the branch, and out
of room, he leaped through the air to catch a limb on a nearby Maple. Finding safety in it's bounds, he listened to the tree. It told him where the
fresh peanuts were, brought by the picnicking humans. His belly growled, and he scampered through the tree, downwards, to find the feast the Maple
told him about.
Wary, tail twitching, his nose caught scent of the food he loved the most. It made him brave, and riven by hunger, he left the safety of the tree and
hopped across the picnic grounds. A human family was there, three total, mother, father, and a small child of eight. The eight year old girl spotted
him, and squealed in delight, and he froze.
He contemplated leaping back towards his tree, but she held out peanuts, and tossed a few more on the ground ahead of her.
He swooned. He could taste them already. His hunger overwhelmed him, and twitching his tail, he edged closer.
"Don't scare him," the mother said softly, "maybe he'll get close enough to watch him eat." The father watched, remaining silent, knowing his
harsh voice would scare the gentle squirrel away.
"Here, squirrelly, here's some yummy nuts for you." The young girl dropped her handful of nuts on the ground, and retreated the ten steps back to
the picnic table with her mother, and sat down.
The family watched the squirrel warily approach, then snatch a nut from the ground, sitting upwards, and eating it. The young girl shifted on her
bench, excited. The squirrel took several more nuts, stuffed them in it's mouth, and took off quickly towards the Maple, wary of the girl, leaving
the family smiling.