I was walking to class one fine september morning when I noticed a slight commotion ahead of me. Not paying it much mind, I proceeded.

As I neared the site of the incident, I noticed a squirrel above the pedestrians heads in a tree, chittering madly and throwing objects at the passerbyers, sometimes striking them in the face, on the head, or upon the shoulder. He threw acorns, twigs, some rolled up pieces of tree fiber, and other small, extraneous natural things. To this day, I have vowed a solid hatred upon those rats with bushy tails, they serve no purpose other than to piss people off.

Fin.