The leaves of a nearby bush suddenly surprised us. A few seconds later, before any of us could react, a squirrel emerged from the leaves. It held an acorn in each arm.

“Aww, how cute!” said Karen. “I shall name her Squishy and she shall be mine!” Which was really absurd, since, for one, the squirrel’s real name was Jessica and for two, Jessica, or Squishy, as we should call her, was not squishy whatsoever.

Squishy chucked one of her acorns at Karen. “Ow! That hurt!” She chucked the other one. “Owwww!”

After, she turned around and ducked back into the bush. However, a few seconds later, an army of squirrels emerged, each clutching several acorns in their arms. At Squishy’s command, or so it appeared, they began chucking their acorns at Karen.

“Ow! Ow! Ouch! Charlie bit my finger and it hurt!” Karen whined. Right then, she fell down, and died—of an acorn attack.