Mr. Jefferson was relieved when the darkness was vanquished. The fear was paralyzing. As the only big-wig that is afraid of the dark, he thought, I must maintain my composure. He once again stood and attempted to straighten his hair piece. A damp and sticky residue ran down his bald head.
Something was different. A black blob slowly scurried across the gleaming floor. It made it under the door and out into the general population. BANG. The door flew open and a very angry Mr. Jefferson scurried behind it. Laughter erupted. Fingers were pointed. Every worker suddenly forgot why they were mad to begin with. It zigged, it zagged, it ran underneath cubicles. Mr. Jefferson was just a bit faster.
In Dribbles the Squirrel I didn't know what to expect. As it turned out I read with delight the high antics of squirrels led by leader Dribbles on a mission and with all the squirrels trained by Bob. Interesting that. From a humble start the story developed with new links and leads opening all the time. The introduction of fresh scenes and comedy continued to keep this reader amused. I've no doubt other readers couldn't help but smile, and then after a whirl-wind experience came the ending. Hell. But it seems there is more to follow sometime. Who can wait for the fun to start again? Bravo Dribbles. Hard luck Mr Jefferson me old fruit.
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