Where is that pesky thing?
I know it’s around somewhere.
It dropped its evidence right down here.
I’m going to get that thing.
This time I’m really going to get it.
I’m going to wait right here until it comes back for this thing it dropped.
Then I’ll pounce.
And it won’t have a chance.
It’s usually up in a tree laughing at me.
Or running across a telephone wire.
No trees or wires to run to safety to out here.
That creature made its last mistake.
It could have eaten this thing right where it was.
But it brought it way out on my trails instead.
And now it won’t have a chance.
I’ve been waiting forever.
Nothing, nada, nobody is showing up.
I give up.
I guess that pesky squirrel forgot all about the peanut it dropped.