Sleepy Fox Hollow For the Love of All Things Holy

If Kero could catch them, he'd eat them both in a heart beat. As such, the pair of squirrels were having great fun in the sport of acorn chucking. A nut to the forehead must be worth at least fifty points. At this rate, they'd have scored so many points they wouldn't be able to keep track of them. Those squirrels were crafty. They also seemed to have a lot of practice with acorn projectiles.

He was still getting pelted. He winced, flinching each time the nut made contact with his body. The head shots were the worse. Those acorns felt pointier than he remembered and if he didn't get out from under them soon, he was bound to develop a headache from their assault. "No idea," he said between clenched teeth, moving out of range of those squirrels. They had quite the arm on them. "Existing, I think." A few paces and he seemed to escape them for now. "I'm thinking it's a case of wrong place at the wrong time." Which was very likely. Punk ass squirrels. No wonder most found them annoying.

A few more steps and Kero placed himself well out of range. He glanced towards the trees, watching and listening for any rustling or indication those squirrels might still be following. He didn't trust them. Pesky things. "Are the forest creatures usually this ornery, or did I just happen to catch them on mischief night?"