The Squirrel(s) Who Ate Too Much - Part III

An allegory in 2000 chirrups
All characters in this story are fictional. However any resemblance to an alarmingly over-weight population of a stupendously consumption-driven society may not be completely coincidental. (I’m talking about the Yosemite squirrels, of course. No, really! :)

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Part 3: Twilight

Wavy was climbing carefully down the hazel tree, a large hazel-nut tucked under his chin. “Ma is going to get such a surprise.”, he said to himself, “She’ll think there’s hope for me yet.” He was about half-way down the trunk when he heard chirruping. It was Bushy-Brow with fat old Curly-Whiskers. Curly-Whiskers had been one of Red’s closest friends. They were hurrying down the small path that led over the top of the hill. Wavy had never been there before. It had never been considered very safe for squirrets because you could run into a lot of Long-Legs there. And then, when the eagle attacks started, Bushy-Brow had decided that it was best if no one – squirrels or squirrets – went there...because the Pine-Mother alone knew what other dangers lay there. So no one did, anymore.

“I’m telling you I have the same feeling that I had the day I found the Food Patch.”, Bushy-Brow was saying as he scurried up the hill, a few scampers ahead of Curly-Whiskers. This time, I think the Pine-Mother wants to lead me to a Pine-Nut Patch. I can just feel it in my bones.”

Curly-Whiskers scurried as fast as he could, trying to keep up with his much fitter leader, but already feeling a little winded. He could hear his sacred-drum in his ears already. But he couldn’t help feel excited. It would be wonderful to taste pine-nuts after so many years! And Bushy-Brow had chosen him, and him alone, to share in the glory that would follow from the discovery. “No one else can know”, he had said, “because I don’t want to raise squirrels' hopes and have them belied.”

“Is it over the hill?” he asked Bushy-Brow between breaths, hoping that the answer would be a no. “Yes. I think so. Hurry!”.

Wavy’s ears pricked up. A Pine-nut Patch! Maybe he could get one for Ma! She would LOVE that. He dropped his hazel-nut (he was sick of eating them everyday, anyway) and started following the other two squirrels at a distance. If they saw they him, they’d surely send him back to Ma. The two adult squrrels had already disappeared over the top of the hill. Lost in imagining Pine-Eyes’ delight as he hurried after them, he wasn’t prepared for the strange sight that greeted him as he crested the hill, huffing and puffing.

About 30 glides down the other side, he saw Bushy-Brow sitting on a branch on his haunches, barely 10 scampers away from two Long-Legs! What was he doing? He seemed to be chirruping at one of the Long-Legs. One Long-Leg held a wooden box from which he could hear more chirruping - that sounded like Curly-Whiskers. Was he inside the box? The other Long-Leg held a small black case in front of Bushy Brow and when Bushy-Brow stopped speaking, the man brought the case back to himself, holding it close to his ears. Wavy heard strange sounds coming out of the case. The man moved the case near his mouth and made some strange sounds himself. He then held the case close to Bushy-Brow and wonder of wonders, Wavy-Tail heard chirrups coming out of it.“You're doing a heckuva job, Bushy.” He heard the case say. “We’ll see you again after eight suns this time. Here’s your reward” The Long-Leg held out a pine-nut to Bushy-Brow who quickly snatched it from his hand. “Thank you Master. Thank you!” He said in an uncharacteristically servile voice. “I won’t fail you.”

The two Long-Legs turned and walked away.

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