Squirrel Meets World

Whenever I get bird meat, I like to eat it in the open, let the falcons and hawks see who the boss is. Me. I’m the boss.

You don't need anyone to tell you you're great for it to be true.

Music usually scooped up her frantic, broken pieces and smoothed her all together again, soothing and cool. But now, every part of her insides were so raw and aching even the slight beat caused pain.

It was so sad, the way jealousy over their lack of tails made people say rude things.

Because if you're not all in, why even bother?

She needed something good today. One good thing could undo so much bad.

At moments like this, she briefly considered giving up on optimism. Expecting the worst sounded so much easier than demanding wonderfulness from life. But no! She would not be defeated!

Oh, man,” she said. “That didn’t, like, take off your real hand, did it?

Hope was as confusing as [Trecon = 5√TA2(L/12)3].