The Fate of a Habituated Rock Squirrel
Sandsilt the Rock Squirrel had found the perfect food source. It was constant, reliable, and delicious! And the best part was, it was so easy to get. All Sandsilt had to do was look cute and friendly, and the dumb Peoplemonkey things would feed him. It was great! He barely even remembered how to forage, but Sandsilt didn’t need to forage anymore. He had found a good, steady source of food, and he was positive it would never run out. Sandsilt would never need to look for food again.
He was sitting on one of the walls of flat rocks that the Peoplemonkeys made. Sandsilt didn’t know what was the point of these walls, they were short enough that he could jump up on them and run along them, and a People could definitely get over it. Peoplemonkeys did weird things. But the wall was very handy for running on and begging for food, as Sandsilt was doing now.
A small People came around the corner, and Sandsilt did his best to look adorable and cuddly when it saw him. It worked.
“Yes yes. Feeed me. FEEEED SANDSILT!” Sandsilt chirped. The small People turned around and yelled something to another Peoplemonkey. The other Peoplemonkey was bigger, and Sandsilt could tell that he was a male, unlike the smaller People who was female. The male People took a shell off his back, reached inside and pulled out a bag of food. Sandsilt ran toward him, stood up his hind legs and begged. The People said something to the other one, then handed the food to her. And then she fed him.
“Yum yum yum! Good People. Good Peoplemonkey. Yum yum food!” Sandsilt had had this kind of nut before, he thought it was called peanut or maybe pooglenoot, or something like that. Anyway, it was good.
After getting food from that People, Sandsilt was wanting more food. He didn’t really need more, he wasn’t hungry, but why not? As long as there was food, Sandsilt would eat it. Farther down the trail, Sandsilt saw another Peoplemonkey, this one holding a piece of food. He ran towards it. The People was saying something to another Monkey who was walking beside him. Sandsilt ran up to them and tried to get the attention of the People. The one holding the food glanced at him, but didn’t give up the food, which Sandsilt could see was a white piece of, what was it called… Bread? Bryd? Bryd, I think it was. There was two pieces of bryd, with a green leafy thing, and a piece of… A piece of ham!! The most delicious thing Sandsilt had ever eaten. Ham. Oh, Sandsilt would have that.
Sandsilt ran right up to the Peoples and looked as adorable as he possibly could. The Monkey with the bryd glanced at him again, but still he would not give up the ham!
“Bad, bad! GIVE ME HAM, you Monkey!” Sandsilt screeched. The Peoples looked at him and just kicked dust at him.
“HOW DARE YOU?! THAT HAM IS MINE!” Sandsilt was fuming, rage coursing through his body, numbing his senses, dulling his self control. He jumped up to the wall, ran at the Monkey and jumped onto his shoulder. He ran down the People’s arm and attacked his hand, biting, scratching, even wacking his tail against the Peoplemonkey’s hand. The People screamed, but Sandsilt hardly heard. He dropped the bryd, the green leaf, the ham, and Sandsilt kept attacking, barely registering what was happening around him. The People flung his arm in the air, sending Sandsilt flying.
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