I easily brushed it off me and sent it flying sideways.
It landed in the dirt about three feet from me.
It got up quickly screaming bloody murder at me with its squeaking squirrel sounds.
It was hoping in a livid circle around me probably reigning curses at me, and I seriously wondered why.
Until I looked at my hand and realized it was the acorn I was holding.
I threw it at the squirrel.
It immediately stopped it's useless rant and held the acorn.
It crouched down and seemed to have been scanning the acorn for any damages.
As if I'd have that energy.
It then stood upright holding the acorn very securely in its miniature arms.
What, is this Ice Age?
It then walked passed me, very slowly and even seemed to snob me.
Then it quickly disappeared behind a l
