The Cheeky Little Squirrel

It’s the first, very welcomed heatwave in London, and I have been waiting for the bus for 4 minutes already.

I wish someone would come up and chit chat to me.

Just as I’m wishing, I feel something is grabbing my jeans.

” Maybe a rotten yob looking for trouble?”

I look down. Nope, it’s not a yob.

It’s a squirrel staring at me.

” Excuse me, Miss, I need to ask you…. could you please give me tenner for my bus fare? I need to buy tulips for my grandmother, its her 80th birthday today, and I’m broke….”

The squirrel is talking to me! And asking me for a tenner to buy some tulips! Either my drink at the pub has been spiked, or I’m dreaming….

I pinch myself til I nearly bleed then look back to the squirrel. The squirrel appears to be impatient and hasn’t let go of my trousers.

Nobody at the bus stop seems too phased, they haven’t even noticed this unprecedented event.

I get back to the squirrel. It’s payday today and I got my bonus, my purse is loaded and a squirrel’s talking to me.

I reach to my purse. I only have 50s notes. The squirrel rolls it eyes,

” Here, squirrel, take this 50 and save the change for a rainy day . I do hope I see you again and we can have a coffee together”

” Thank you, Miss, you are one of a kind! I do hope you have a beautiful summer packed with nuts and cashews!

” your money is as delicious as berries and I will never forget you! Nor will grandma! I do have sincere goodwill wishes for you and may your guardian angel keep you on his kind side!”

The squirrel grabs the money fiercely before I let go of it and hops onto the bus.

It waves at me from behind the window. There’s a bit of traffic and the squirrel is still waving at me. Suddenly, and to my surprise, the cheeky little squirrel starts chewing the 5pound note.

I am amused and shocked at the same time. The bus dissappears before I can run after it.

Then a homeless looking man is approaching m and says,

“Excuse me Miss, I need to ask you….”

“Sorry, I snap, no speaking English!”

The End.