Sad wood pile story
Saw a squirrel last year trying to steal wood out of my wood shed so I shot him with my model 41 through the door. It pegged him up against the corner of the pile.
Anyway it dropped to like 10 degrees that night and he froze standing up in the corner. I left him there and told him jokes and stories every night while I would split wood. He was my only friend and a great listener.
Tragedy happened and in the early spring something came in at night and decided to have a squirrelsickle.
I am sad that my friend is gone every time I go in the shed.
Saw a squirrel last year trying to steal wood out of my wood shed so I shot him with my model 41 through the door. It pegged him up against the corner of the pile.
Anyway it dropped to like 10 degrees that night and he froze standing up in the corner. I left him there and told him jokes and stories every night while I would split wood. He was my only friend and a great listener.
Tragedy happened and in the early spring something came in at night and decided to have a squirrelsickle.
I am sad that my friend is gone every time I go in the shed.