One full moon lit night, in my old wild west town, while on the way back home with dinner, I began to hear an unusual stirring in the trees, that did not match the usual evening breeze.
I sat up on my hind legs and turned my ears, something was making my whiskers tingle.
Out of the side of my left eye, I thought I saw a shadowy form drop from a tree.Then a tumble weed began rolling out towards me, there seemed to be something pacing itself inside of it.
Out jumped a squirrel with a bandits mask and a gun, demanding my acorn, I refused. I would not give up my beloved nut.
The bandit began swirling his hands in the air towards me, and I could see pixie dust like stars in the air around him. Getting brighter, and brighter, just when I thought he would explode, he spoke the magic word. "Please".
I dropped the acorn and ran.