Episode 1
Caleb was just an everyday, ordinary teen age squirrel who gathered pecans and acorns – or so some thought. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Our story begins one day when Caleb finished gathering pecans and acorns for the day, and twilight was just beginning. Caleb, mouth full of pecans, started squirrel hopping, his tail a perfect furry curl, back to his squirrel house, which he called Caleb’s End. He would have used his squirrel last name, but you couldn’t pronounce it. And I’m afraid to spell it.
Anyway, back to the story. He turned at the last intersection. Suddenly, some rustling sounds behind some bushes that lined the sidewalk caught his attention.
Then the bushes moved, but there was no wind. Caleb’s eyes bulged out, darting left and right, and you could see his sides beginning to heave (after all, when you’re a teen age squirrel, you have to look out for things). He got down on all fours, his tail bristled, and ran home. As he ran, he could still see trees and bushes moving around even though there was still no wind. At times, he thought he could hear hissing sounds and really terrible groans. He did not stop.
When Caleb finally got home, he was worn out from all that running. He stood up on his hind legs and peered around, using his super squirrel ears to listen for any monsters lurking behind him. Caleb quickly opened his front door (don’t ask me how he opened it; Caleb is only a few inches tall – even on his hind legs), slipped in, and leaned back into the door just for a moment. Then he locked the door (just don't ask!).
Caleb dashed up the stairwell, his tail still in a perfect curl, to his room at the far end of a long hallway. He was quite a sight – he flicked his tail many times he was so nervous. Just as Caleb reached his door, the last floorboard gave out a really loud moan, which almost gave him a squirrel heart attack. He put his right paw on his chest to check to see if his heart was indeed still beating. He wiped all the fake sweat off his brow. Caleb opened the door to his bedroom and quickly slipped through the doorway. He leaped up to his bed, slipped quickly between his warm bed sheets, and drew the bed sheet over his head. Caleb closed his eyes for just a moment as he tried to calm himself down. He took a few deep breaths and settled down to sleep.
Caleb was just about to start dreaming of those tasty pecans (still in his mouth) when he felt the hot, steamy, bad breath and cold hands pulling back the bed sheet. There, two inches from his neck were two blood-red eyes, a rather pointed nose, and two really long white (really white!) fangs. Caleb was so scared he swallowed his pecans – whole.
“Eeww! Stinky pecan breath!” his attacker said in his outrageously deep Hungarian accent. “I am going to put the bite on you!” pronouncing every – single – letter – and held his pointed nose between his thumb and index finger.
Caleb squirmed a little bit as his attacker bit his squirrel neck and said quietly, “I really wish you would use a minty mouth rinse …”
Until next time!
