There's a Squirrel In The Castle

There's a squirrel in my attic. Either that or a raccoon. Or a fox. Maybe even a bear.
 Someone is coming to rescue me. Until he gets here I'm stuck with the acorn rolling party above my head. I think he brought his entire family. It sounds like they're bowling.


I am not amused.
I don't know why he's there.
I don't know how he found the castle roof. 
I don't even care if he's trying to fly a peace globe.
I just want him and his furry kind gone.
If the man doesn't get here soon to eradicate my life from the-thing-that-looks-like-a-rodent-with-a-bushy-tail, I'm going to go nuts.
No pun intended.

I think I've got the vapors.


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