Rascal The Squirrel

Once upon a time in the small town of Kananaskis, Alberta on the local golf course their lived a grey squirrel named Rascal.
Now Rascal was a mischievous young squirrel. His favorite thing to do was to sneak into the golfers carts and steal food. Rascal liked all kinds of food. Apples, sandwiches, wrapped up chocolate bars, and especially peanuts.
The golfers would get mad when they found out their food was stolen but there was nothing they could do because as we all know squirrels can run really fast.
Missy the mother of Rascal would always tell her son not to go near the golfers. But as we all know children do not always enjoy listening to their mothers and Rascal the Squirrel was no exception.
So on a cold rainy day when not too many golfers were on the course rascal made that fateful decision to go onto the golf course.
He scampered up trees and in the bushes looking for nuts at first.
He found some nuts and they were okay. They weren’t anything special as Rascal had grown up eating nuts from the start.
Still he continued to dart through the bushes when from the corner of his eye he spotted a golf cart on the course. And in the cart was some chocolate. In the sunlight the wrapper around the chocolate glittered like gold.
He ran like the wind towards the cart and scurried up to where the wrapping paper was.
Suddenly a hand grabbed him. He struggled to get away but the hand was too strong with an iron like grip.
A rough voice said “you won’t be stealing any more food from my cart. I’ll just have to teach you not to. You little rascal, you little scamp, you”.
Rascal was placed in a box and soon darkness engulfed him. It seemed like hours had passed when finally Rascal was brought out of the box and put into a small cage.
He was in a house. A chubby guy sat at the table with a coke in his hand and KFC. He had the television on and was watching wrestling on TV.
Rascal scampered around the cage for a while and then curled up to sleep hoping that he was having a bad dream. For days and days the grey squirrel felt like a prisoner. He thought he would be kept for ever stuck in a small cage never allowed to see the outdoor world or his family again; Never allowed to experience the freedom, of running like the wind through the woods.
Finally exactly a month had passed so Charles the man who had captured squirrel and taken him home drove back to the golf course and released Rascal as he hoped that keeping the impish squirrel captive for a month had taught him a lesson. And it had. From the day rascal was released he never stole food from the golfers carts again.
“The moral of this story is don’t take things that don’t belong to you”

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