not rats--he revered them, at least those sans hydrophobia
mice much maligned, though not condign; feral and farm cats kept them at bay anyway
both species took the rap for rodents
his curse he cast on the squirrels--rarely hunted, always chiseling, chipping away at his redwood trim
the spell he cast was whispered; nor did his rifle bark at them
only a few fouled words, imploring birds to dive bomb the ********
and poison placed here and there: allowing him to imagine them taking the fatal bait, skittering off to a favorite hole, writhing in death pangs
sensing some greater god than he could see, and deliver his own malediction to the world, with murderers of squirrels granted no special reprieve
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 4:25 PM UTC
not rats--he revered them, at least those sans hydrophobia
mice much maligned, though not condign; feral and farm cats kept them at bay anyway
both species took the rap for rodents
his curse he cast on the squirrels--rarely hunted, always chiseling, chipping away at his redwood trim
the spell he cast was whispered; nor did his rifle bark at them
only a few fouled words, imploring birds to dive bomb the ********
and poison placed here and there: allowing him to imagine them taking the fatal bait, skittering off to a favorite hole, writhing in death pangs
sensing some greater god than he could see, and deliver his own malediction to the world, with murderers of squirrels granted no special reprieve
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