A day brighter than ever, the warmth from underground reaching the surface, as the leaves rustled gently.. instead of chirping birds, there has been.. squirrels.

A very lonely man, helding a shotgun in hands and hiding in bushes, has been crawling around. Despite all the warnings to not harm the little hellish beings - the damned forsaken squirrels, he has been hunting them. Afterall, his wife must be beautiful once again. (shes already pretty, yet not enough.)

"My wife.. is waiting for me in home, I must hunt.

There were lots of squirrels, small, large.. real fat... and also a.. squirrel bear? whatever it was, it was not immortal to the bullets of the shotgun. (yes even the ghost squirrels are NOT gonna survive a shot).