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Ferret tired of romping with his brothers rather quick. There was too much to the world past the 'front lawn' for the little bandit to ignore, and he was developing a strong, unconquerable thirst for the hunt. Such that, all it took was for a squirrel to descend down the trunk of a nearby tree, its sharp nails making an audible scratching nose, for the boy to become distracted. His ears flicked toward the noise first, then his eyes, and then his body was in clumsy-rocket mode as he tore after the creature barking up a storm.

But squirrels were not stupid, and he had not learned to plan his attack or to use any kind of technique at all in his pursuit of prey (read: anything that moved). For now, he thought that with enough bullheaded effort and speed, he would be successful. This was not the case. The squirrel retreated up into the tree, and he was left foolishly dancing and hopping on his hind legs as he tried repeatedly to scale the tree himself, or to reach the now-chattering rodent by jumping ungracefully into the air.