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Aw Nuts



This week's prompt is scurrilous/defamatory.

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Sammy the squirrel was tired. It was Thanksgiving and he was ready for a rest. He'd been busy since April gathering nuts. Most squirrels start gathering nuts in May but Sammy liked to get a leg up on his fellow members of the Scoriae family. Not a literal leg up, you understand. That sounds kinda pornographic. But a leg up in the sense of getting an added advantage over the other squirrels. Sammy worked hard to have the biggest nuts in the forest. Wait, wait, wait - the biggest cache of nuts. I don't want to mislead you all.

However, what Sammy didn't know was that Steve the squirrel had kept his eye on Sammy. But surreptitiously. Now that's a big word for a squirrel, and for some humans. But if you don't know what it means I won't tell. It'll be our little secret.

Steve was a lazy squirrel. He wasn't one to make hay while the sun shines. He was one to watch others make hay or in Sammy's case gather nuts. Then, late at night while Sammy slept Steve would sneak silently into Sammy's cache and steal nuts to add to his own stash unbeknownst to poor Sammy.

One night however Sammy awoke and caught Steve with his hands on his nuts. Wait, I know how that sounds so get your mind out of the gutter. Sammy ordered Steve to return his nuts to him. After all he'd worked hard to collect these nuts and he wasn't going to let slothful, shiftless Steve just steal them.

Everybody knows that a squirrel and his nuts are inseparable. If Sammy let Steve steal his nuts he'd be the laughing stock of the forest. One might even say a scurrilous his nuts could be defamatory.

The prompt people are Our Write Side and you can find other posts on their site at Two Word Tuesday




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