Fred and the Nut Thief
Have you ever wondered what happens when you stop a squirrel getting to its nuts? Well, I can tell you, it ain't pretty.
Fred the squirrel was the last of the red squirrels. Brave was the word to sum up Fred, courageous as well. He had a box- which was no ordinary box- it was his nut box. It contained all the nuts he ever collected (he was quite a collector). It had a nut pattern on all of the sides with a squirrel head which sat there glaring at anyone who passed it.
One day Fred was doing his weekly count up of his nuts:
"Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, ONE HUNDRED!" boomed Fred, "That's more than my normal take."
He was very proud of his colossal collection- it was bigger than anyone's in the very poor Tree Village.
It was, until that fateful night. The sky was as black as Fred's toast (and I mean really black) and the stars were... well, they weren't there. That could only mean one thing... the feared Squirrel-Burglar. He was a brown squirrel who always wore a black mask, also as black as Fred's toast. He didn't have a tail- it was cut off when he was small (a long story).
Fred snored. Really badly. You could hear him from a mile away, it was like the buzz of a thousand bees, whose honey was taken away from them. However, if he didn't snore, that would alarm the police straight away, like it did that night. once they came the thief was long gone. You can guess what the burglar took. The Nut Box. All one hundred nuts gone. All that was left was a muddy paw print.
That was all the police-squirrels needed. They were clever, almost as clever as Sherlock Nuts. All they did was a couple of tests on their high-tech computers and they had the results.
"I need to go to the loo!" burst Officer Nuts quite randomly and with that, ran off.
Concurrently, the chief was about to give the results. He coughed for their attention, passed them to Sherlock and then he began.
"I...I can't believe it." stammered Sherlock.
He passed the results back to the chief.
"Adam Nuts!" he exclaimed.
"To the toilets!" Fred screeched.
Sure enough, Mr Nuts was in there trying to escape out of the window. He was arrested in due course and the box was recovered, however Mr Nuts had put a new lock on and a difficult one at that. Fortunately, Sherlock Nuts was passing by in his usual criss-cross paterned hat with a matching cloak around his broad shoulders.
Fred handed Sherlock the squirrel headed box. Once he had worked it out, it was quite obvious. The clue that was left was: How many nuts can you put in an empty box? Of course the answer was one.
"One." Sherlock said and like that the monsterous box lid popped open like a coke that has been shaken up too much. Inside was all one hundred nuts. It was all over, until he came across a clue to where the Nutty Hallows lie...
Hope you liked it. :-)
Fred the squirrel was the last of the red squirrels. Brave was the word to sum up Fred, courageous as well. He had a box- which was no ordinary box- it was his nut box. It contained all the nuts he ever collected (he was quite a collector). It had a nut pattern on all of the sides with a squirrel head which sat there glaring at anyone who passed it.
One day Fred was doing his weekly count up of his nuts:
"Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, ONE HUNDRED!" boomed Fred, "That's more than my normal take."
He was very proud of his colossal collection- it was bigger than anyone's in the very poor Tree Village.
It was, until that fateful night. The sky was as black as Fred's toast (and I mean really black) and the stars were... well, they weren't there. That could only mean one thing... the feared Squirrel-Burglar. He was a brown squirrel who always wore a black mask, also as black as Fred's toast. He didn't have a tail- it was cut off when he was small (a long story).
Fred snored. Really badly. You could hear him from a mile away, it was like the buzz of a thousand bees, whose honey was taken away from them. However, if he didn't snore, that would alarm the police straight away, like it did that night. once they came the thief was long gone. You can guess what the burglar took. The Nut Box. All one hundred nuts gone. All that was left was a muddy paw print.
That was all the police-squirrels needed. They were clever, almost as clever as Sherlock Nuts. All they did was a couple of tests on their high-tech computers and they had the results.
"I need to go to the loo!" burst Officer Nuts quite randomly and with that, ran off.
Concurrently, the chief was about to give the results. He coughed for their attention, passed them to Sherlock and then he began.
"I...I can't believe it." stammered Sherlock.
He passed the results back to the chief.
"Adam Nuts!" he exclaimed.
"To the toilets!" Fred screeched.
Sure enough, Mr Nuts was in there trying to escape out of the window. He was arrested in due course and the box was recovered, however Mr Nuts had put a new lock on and a difficult one at that. Fortunately, Sherlock Nuts was passing by in his usual criss-cross paterned hat with a matching cloak around his broad shoulders.
Fred handed Sherlock the squirrel headed box. Once he had worked it out, it was quite obvious. The clue that was left was: How many nuts can you put in an empty box? Of course the answer was one.
"One." Sherlock said and like that the monsterous box lid popped open like a coke that has been shaken up too much. Inside was all one hundred nuts. It was all over, until he came across a clue to where the Nutty Hallows lie...
Made me laugh Ethan. I have squirrels in my garden that do crazy things with nuts. What inventive similes in this too. You have talent, keep writing.
ReplyDeleteBrian Moses