Noise

I heard this scratching noise, coming from the kitchen.
I walked closer to the old wood stove and it got louder.
I discovered something was in the chimney pipe trying to get out.
I went outside and opened the door where the ashes may be.
Out jumped a flying squirrel, jumping right at me.
I don’t think it could see well in the day and thought I was a tree!
I was now jumping around the yard too with this squirrel after me.
I ran towards a tree hoping it would get the hint, that I am not that.
Thank God it surely did and it was then gone out of sight in a flash.

(true story..lol)

Heidi Sands

3/12/17

*Placed 7th in Contest: The Noise
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Mccall Avatar
March 19, 2017 at 4:32 PM
Congratulations Heidi on your placement.
Sands Avatar
March 19, 2017 at 5:17 PM
Thank you :)
Pett Avatar
March 19, 2017 at 2:09 PM
Brilliantly funny though quite scary for you at the time Heidi, congratulations on your win, well deserved, Roy. :)
Sands Avatar
March 19, 2017 at 2:12 PM
Thank you Roy :)
May Avatar
March 19, 2017 at 1:14 PM
Congrats on your win Heidi
Sands Avatar
March 19, 2017 at 1:24 PM
Thank you Joseph. :)
Smith Avatar
March 19, 2017 at 8:31 AM
Funny when it happens to someone else. Congratulations Heidi...
Sands Avatar
March 19, 2017 at 12:23 PM
Thank you Charlie :)
Hamilton Avatar
March 19, 2017 at 3:06 AM
Heidi a big scare lol who was most frightened I wonder. congrats on placing hugs
Sands Avatar
March 19, 2017 at 7:30 AM
Yes, I wonder! lol. Thank you.
Mccall Avatar
March 12, 2017 at 12:17 PM
That is too funny Heidi in it goes. :) :)
Sands Avatar
March 12, 2017 at 12:49 PM
Thanks Edward :) :)
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