Scurry, scurry, scurry
I run through the forest, all of my senses on high alert for the slightest hint of…well, anything, really.
Suddenly, I spot an object and immediatly, I freeze in place. Decision time.
Food?
Sniff, sniff, sniff
No, not food.
Monster?
Sniff, sniff, sniff
No, not monster, so it must be NOTA (none of the above)
I run past the NOTA and don’t stop until I come to another object.
Sniff, sniff, sniff
Ooh! Nuts!
I pack the nuts into my cheeks and start running again. This time I am stopped by a shadow.
Sniff, sniff, sniff
MON -
The hawk flies away with a dead squirrel held in his talons, while some nuts lie on the ground, waiting for another squirrel to wander by.