One tiny talking squirrel was adorable. This could not be argued. An entire army of the little buggers was absolutely straight from a nightmare. Her lungs burned as she ran as fast as her little legs could carry her, gasping for air. “Go away go away!” she yelled at the impending horde of squirrels, her fear and panic obvious in her voice. Then the hawk dive bombed the squirrels and she glanced back, seeing the squirrels refocus to attack the hawk. Oh no! She couldn’t just leave him! Launceleyn’s were fighters! So she mustered up her courage and turned around.
“You leave Mr. Hawk alone you stupid stupid squirrels!” Beatrix shouted, charging the squirrels with a fierce 9-year-old version of a battle cry. She would jump up and slam her booted feet down atop the mass, in an attempt to squash the chattering evil little talking squirrel horde. Beatrix would repeat this action. Jumping up and down, crushing whatever she could land on. Some scurried out of the way, others met their demise. “Stupid squirrels! GO! A! WAY!” She shrieked, stamping on as many as she could.
Remi
“You leave Mr. Hawk alone you stupid stupid squirrels!” Beatrix shouted, charging the squirrels with a fierce 9-year-old version of a battle cry. She would jump up and slam her booted feet down atop the mass, in an attempt to squash the chattering evil little talking squirrel horde. Beatrix would repeat this action. Jumping up and down, crushing whatever she could land on. Some scurried out of the way, others met their demise. “Stupid squirrels! GO! A! WAY!” She shrieked, stamping on as many as she could.
Remi
