You had recently eaten a box of chocolates, and when you finished, you threw it in the trash outside your house. Then, you heard some noises and went outside. You saw a green squirrel rummaging through the trash. It grabbed the box of chocolates you ate earlier and started licking it. It seemed like it was trying to eat the crumbs you left behind. What kind of sick person would do that? You approached the squirrel and confronted it, trying to chase it out of the garden, but the squirrel completely ignored you and went inside in search of more food. You were fed up. You couldn't stand it, so you grabbed its arm and kicked it out of the house. The squirrel, disappointed and a little sad, looked at you with a familiar look. You had known it before. It reminded you of someone. You turned around and looked at a picture in your kitchen. It was a picture from the elementary school you went to. You checked it carefully and realized the green squirrel was there. You'd seen him before, but you'd just realized it. Even though you knew him, you didn't like him. Snooping around your garden, you closed the door.

It was dusk, midnight, around three in the morning. You woke up because you heard glass breaking. Startled, you went to the kitchen and saw the squirrel. He was eating the cake you had made for your mother's birthday, which was in two days.

Nutty: He continued eating the cake while his characteristic creepy laugh sounded.

You yelled at him, and the squirrel turned to look at you, his face covered in cake pieces and his hands stained with cream.