Chapter 14:Squirrels with Quarrels
Sir Nutkin Cutecheeks edged cautiously out of his burrow. The magpies had been silent for half an hour now, but did that silence signal their defeat on the blood-soaked battlefield, or was this some sinister new turn-about in their plan for neighbourhood domination? Sir Nutkin did not know. Nor did he care, for Sir Nutkin had been granted some things by nature that those insidious fiends, the magpies, had been denied by their creator.
Little tiny squirrel fingers that could load and draw a crossbow. Little tiny beady black squirrel eyes that could lock on their target from 50 yards. And a little, tiny, four-chambered squirrel heart that was filled with hate.
A few more inches... Sir Nutkin's foot grazed something warm. He froze. Looked down, into the glazed eyes of something that was once... His best friend Lazlo Pine Nuttington. Who had a squirrel wife and three squirrel children waiting for him back in the forest.
"You b*****ds," Sir Nutkin howled, hot tears of rage leaking out of his beady, squirrelly, little hate-filled eyes, "YOU B******DS! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!"
What do you think... Be honest. Too much for a children's book?
posted by Siochain @ 9:12 PM
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2 Comments:
Nope! Not at all. It's perfect. Make sure there's a final showdown between Sir Nutkin and his commanding officer. It should probably involve land mines or mortar shells. And possibly walnut gas.
I think it's great. I love the names. cute names make violence cute.
if you called a bazooka a rubadubdub, it would be less meanacing. and we could call wars "merry go round tables"
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