Scrags McCarmich struggled against the snow.
His tiny paws were so numb from the cold, he couldn't get a proper grip on any of the
trees.
The fury in his eyes was enough to make any squirrel stay warm through the blizzard.
Booted out of his very own home by the dubious Judge Wills, the one who stole away his
love.
Ah Tissie, just the thought of her brought a tear to his eyes.
"I'll find you, m' Love. I promise." He whispered against the wind, gritting his teeth.
None of the other squirrels would accept him into their homes against the cold. His fur
would normally be
enough, but he'd been wandering for hours. The snow was matted in his course coat, and
the closer it got to his body the more it melted.
Scrags looked heavenwards and sent out a small prayer.
Then, as if his prayer had been answered that quickly, he spied something.
A small mound in the snow, but as he got closer, he saw a tunnel.
He got down on his paws and crawled inside.
It was a tiny little igloo, with a small bed carved out of the packed snow. There was a
generous pile of seeds in the corner on another carving, he took to be a table.
It was just for him, he knew it. God had sent him a home.
He would wait out the storm, and when it was over... He would find Tissie.
And then, Revenge.
................................................................
So yeah, I made a tiny squirrel igloo yesterday.
What did *you* do?
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