As Saturday comes to a close in the Eastern US of A I can’t help but throw out a lovely homage to Ionia and Charles (check out their pages if you haven’t.  Great bloggers and authors!!!.)

This is a goofy post, and add on anybody that wants to, a simple sentence and I will put it into the story.

There once was a squirrel who wanted nothing more than to eat a delicious frosting heavy cupcake.  He tugged at the paper gently so as not to make a single crumb fall to the ground.  A wasted cupcake made the squirrel sad more than anything else in the world.

Unbeknownst to him he had a couple of observers, for you see he was in the front yard of a quaint cottage that had two vibrant women sitting in their rocking chairs, books in hand and sweet summer wine on the table.  The books set on their laps as they watched the squirrel as he meticulously went about its business.

“Whatever could that squirrel be doing to that cupcake?” Said the lovely one in her true English tongue.

“I would rather ask, what is that cupcake doing to the squirrel to make it be treated as the goddess off all pastries.” The other spoke, attempting to hide all the accents she has assimilated into her vocabulary so she still is cool amongst her partner in crime

“That squirrel is nuts.”  Joked the man standing in the doorway, in an attempt at humor.

“More wine for you my dear.” said the second woman.

“And your very own cupcake as long as you don’t taunt the squirrel” laughed the first with heavy sarcasm.

As he had half eaten his cupcake without a care in the world he noticed the shrubs in the distance rustling.  He watched slowly until he dropped his cupcake at his astonishment.  A black bear began to charge the squirrel.  Us humans don’t understand how addicting those frosted treats can be to a bear and he had not tasted one in so long.

The bear and squirrel eyed each other. Oy one of them would survive. Then Without a second thought he showed up wearing a pink tutu to distract them… the man rushed to the squirrels rescue and began to wrestle the bear until the squirrel ran away with his confection and his human rescuer was pinned to the ground.

The first woman, as quick as she thinks, picks up the remaining cupcake and yells to get off their friend.  As expected the bear complied and sacheted back from wenst he came, small cake in mouth,

“Thank you for the help.”  He said half in appreciation and half in sarcasm.  He stood up, wiped the loose grass from his pants and joined the ladies on the porch pouring out his own glass of bourbon and picked up a book so the three of them could continue seizing the day with wonderful books, a refreshing alcoholic beverage, and a tale to tell.

Charles, find me a picture for this!!!