Life Lessons

One time my friend Jason and I shot a squirrel to death with BB guns. It was in an evergreen tree and when it died its foot got caught on a branch as it fell. It hung there like some macabre christmas tree ornament. We continued our barrage, each shot causing the corpse to swing to and fro with each impact. The little fucker was really stuck up there good. I could see blood dripping from its mouth, its smiling teeth crimson, it's tiny black ears pinned against its head. I remember thinking, "My God! What have we done? If Jason's mom sees this we'll be in deep shit," So we continued to shoot, it was the only way to get it down. Shot after shot riddled the fucker, but it would not fall. Finally, one of us blew its foot off and it came crashing earthward. We buried it in the woods. Later that night Jason's cat dug it up and brought it into the kitchen, proud at its work. We hurried it back outside and buried it again. The next day the cat dug it up and brought it to the kitchen. How many times would this dead squirrel come back to haunt us? That's when we both learned a powerful lesson; if you want something to stay buried, burn it first.