I was happily minding my own business in Van Cortland Park today, watching fluffy little squirrels like this one playing gleefully amongst the fallen leaves:
Exhibit A: cute, fluffy squirrel. Aww.
See how cute and fluffy he is? Then all of a sudden, a massive hawk shot over my shoulder and picked the tiniest, fluffiest squirrel of them all right off the tree next to me, smacked him to the ground like a rag doll and ate him, three feet from where I stood. I was gutted. So was the teeny, tiny, fluffy squirrel. Here is the Van Cortland Squirrel Murderer, caught red-handed beaked:
Wanted for murder of cute. fluffy squirrel. See Exhibit A.
He then turned his hungry gaze upon me, at which point I beat a hasty retreat.
Is that the time? I really must be going.
Rest in peace, teeny, tiny, fluffy squirrel.
Where's my backpack? 