tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219106691444162656.post6121523123924811158..comments2023-07-22T06:14:43.457-05:00Comments on Trying To Be Clever: Another Squirrel Postmattwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07934926340973044413noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219106691444162656.post-7152582217571454792008-11-25T07:34:00.000-06:002008-11-25T07:34:00.000-06:00Eric, that is awesome.Eric, that is awesome.mattwhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07934926340973044413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219106691444162656.post-42891216069314575292008-11-24T16:25:00.000-06:002008-11-24T16:25:00.000-06:00Whiskers McPherson poured a shot of the fermented ...Whiskers McPherson poured a shot of the fermented acorn rotgut down his throat and gestured for another to the bartender, a fat red who'd probably never been more than a hundred yards from his tree. The fat bartender, Ike, gave Whiskers McPherson another and eyed him.<BR/><BR/>"What'cha lookin' at?" the tired-looking grey squirrel chittered at the nosy barman.<BR/><BR/>"You're one of them folks from the other park, ain't'cher? One of them's that were part of the great drive west, who staggered in yesterday on foot because you had to eat your mounts when ya got snowed in for the winter. You are, ain't'cher, I can tell."<BR/><BR/>"Sure," Whiskers squeaked. "What's it to ya?"<BR/><BR/>"I jist... I always wondered... is it true...?"<BR/><BR/>"Is what true?" Whiskers barked.<BR/><BR/>"Yer mount... what'd it taste like?"<BR/><BR/>"What do ya think, ya dumb hick?" the irritated squirrel replied, slamming his hat down on his head with a swipe of his paw as he made to storm out. "It tasted like chicken."Erichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18275812152895151542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219106691444162656.post-9173635474746162462008-11-24T14:02:00.000-06:002008-11-24T14:02:00.000-06:00That's actually a little frightening.That's actually a little frightening.Nathanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00648438549121320566noreply@blogger.com