- I spotted the cache;
- I saw a fuzzy gray branch next to the cache;
- I thought to myself, “What an odd branch;”
- I reached forward and touched the container;
- The branch darted away;
- I jumped back, clutching my chest;
- I realized it was a squirrel’s bushy tail; and
- I was pelted with a dozen acorns from above.
Number 8 may have been my imagination. But then, why do I have bruises? Maybe I’m nuts π₯
Thank you, Cartergreenteam. God bless! Ephesians 2:8-9
Wandering but not lost,
myrthman (NtN065)
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