Bela's BLOG

I am an assassin that quietly hides in the corner, waiting for my victims.  I bury myself in the bushes outside of the grassy area.  I lie down to blend in with the bushes and wait patiently like a solider in a squad team .  Ten minutes passed, target has not stepped into the yard.  Kuma, my training partner, alertly lies in the grassy area, watching my every move.  Another 10 minutes pass.  Finally the target gently strolls out from the big tall tree and jumps on top of the fence.

I hop up, using all my solider training skills (sergeant grandma trains me every day to run fast and jump tall by throwing the tennis ball), travel through the grassy area like lightning , jump up and shove the fence.  Kuma, my strong but no so speedy partner is waiting on my left, waiting for the target to lose its balance and fall off the fence.   The target grabs onto the edge of the fence and teases us by waving its gray, puffy tail .  “Come down here, you stupid squirrel!!”  I bark.  The target ignores me and continues to run along the fence with its evil chuckle.

My temper rises.  I forget all about my training on patience.  I bark like a mad dog .  I leap taller and push the fence harder.   With a careless move, the target loses its balance and fall off the fence.  My handy partner, pounds the target with all of his weight.  The target shifts its body to the right and Kuma’s paw missed it by an inch .  At the same time, I dive in from the opposite direction.  Just when the target thinks it is going to get away, I slam my paws down and smash the target into the mud.

The target squeals, that make the both of us more excited.  We contain the target, now the prisoner, between us, taking turns teasing it by pushing it with our paws.  The prisoner tries to escape at the beginning, however, after a few smacks it gradually gives up.  After 5 minutes, the prisoner no longer makes any movements.  I restrain it between my two front legs, guarding the prisoner with all my concentration.   When I hear sergeant grandma walk by the kitchen window, I happily pick up the half unconscious prisoner in my mouth and run toward the window , in an attempt to share our victory with her.  The sergeant screams in a shocked voice.  She commands me to drop the squirrel.  A good solider always follows his sergeant’s rules, so I drop the squirrel without hesitation .

Right when I drop the prisoner to the ground, it comes alive  and runs toward the near by tree before I can blink twice.  I run after the getaway prisoner, but it was too late.   It successfully fools both of us by playing dead and escapes from the penitentiary.  My partner in crime and I sadly go back to our old positions again, waiting for the next target to step into the backyard so we can begin our assassin plan again.