This time Edgar does not yelp; he makes a dive for the streak of gray fur with his arms outstretched, and spectacularly misses his catch.
The squirrel bolts past him, zigzagging behind Chuck and going for the mess of gears under Edgar's hammock -- and diving under the dropped and forgotten comic book.
"Hey," Edgar protests sharply, "get out of it, you little --"
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Date: 2019-01-20 04:39 am (UTC)The squirrel bolts past him, zigzagging behind Chuck and going for the mess of gears under Edgar's hammock -- and diving under the dropped and forgotten comic book.
"Hey," Edgar protests sharply, "get out of it, you little --"