Sandy the Squirrel

The house in front of the river was an old one but well kept. It was the pride of Maya's grandfather for he had built it all on his own from the first stone to the top of the roof and it had taken him several years. It didn't really have a basement but the ground floor apartment was used as a storage space and honey laboratory, it was also where the boiler was found. The actual living quarters had been built above it on two stories. The house and the surrouding grounds (except for the front yard) were an extension of the family farm: several acres that contained a vineyard, an orchard, a bee farm, a large vegetable patch and last but not least chicken and rabbit coops. There were actually several other animals: the dogs to guard the coops, the pigeons to sing and the cats to hunt down the mice that had been attracted by the eggs. The cats were expecially numerous but only one of them was allowed in the house, quite unfair I know, but you see, Maya's grandma wasn't very fond of cats, so she'd pick the least troublesome one and allow it to hunt in the ground floor, although, had it been for her there wouldn't have been cats into the house nor around it for a mile straight. It didn't matter anymore though because her grandma was dead. After eight years all Maya could remember of her were her thick curly hair that had stayed black until the end. During this time frame the household had seen several cats roaming through it's halls : quiet cats, loud cats, crazy cats, lazy cats, stare- into- the- wall cats...; but why so many one could have asked, well they'd simply disappear . "I don't understand" would say Maya's uncle scratching his balding head " I thought they'd stop leaving once Truffles went away." Truffles was the largest, meanest, most mentally challenged German Shepard in town, some animals have instincts like guarding their property, fleeing from peril, wanting to be cuddled, his was to be reckless jerk. Maya and his friends were once observing him and his master playing catch with the corpse of a squirrel . When the man went back to his house they stole the squirrel and were immediately confronted by the demented beast; they started tossing it around to one another, chased by the creature until Minan collected all his expressive strength and majesticly swung the arm with the squirrel at the end of it . The defiled corpse didn't fly anywhere but off went the dog. Nobody ever saw him again. He's probably still running.