Mister Black (Mirkwood Squirrel)
The sun beat down on Mister Black
's Willow den. He lay staring out as if in a trance. He was starting to think that he was spending to much time near that pale creature's (Tenebrous, the Corruption
) abode. He felt like he was being turned inside out and all his common sense was hidden on the inside and his outsides, were just beating organs and flowing blood steaming in the hot old sun.
Suddenly (not for the first time and probably not the last) he slapped himself across the face several times trying to shake the spaced-out, zombie-like feelings he was having. This was not who he was!! He was a Mirkwood Elf just disguised as a squirrel. "No! Kuk! No!"
He WAS a squirrel and proud of it.
Scared now, he dashed down his Willow and flung himself into the nearest snow drift. The cold snow shocked him into his senses. He scrambled out and sat back on his hind legs, chewing nervously on his thumbs. It seemed like he had been in a strange trance for sometime , like a sickness and now the fever had broke. The world appeared bright and white. It kind of hurt his big eyes and he shut them and sighed deeply.
Opening them, he looked around as if he hadn't been where he was in a long time. "To heck with nuts!" he thought to himself. The whole winter had been all about nuts and nuts and nuts. Which had actually driven him a bit nutty. He had enough stored away. It was almost Spring
. Life would be coming back. He wouldn't have to steal anymore. Maybe that had been the problem all along. His guilt making him sick in the mind.
Having convinced himself that things would be alright, he went back to his tree den. He curled up in the colorful bark (kite) and soon fell asleep. He may of dreamed about thieving once more, but when he woke he did not remember a thing.
attempts to take 2 seeds from, The Three Raccoons