Squirrel From Over The Hedge Novels & Stories

“Ah hah! I got it!” Quinton yells victoriously from the top of the tree he was currently at, holding his dark blue dish towel with a grin on his face. He had spotted it purely by chance; because a hawk he’d been watching glide around had landed at the top of the tree where his items had been. It was honestly kind of a miracle he’d been watching that hawk, because otherwise how the hell would he have seen that? It was a little unfair, to be perfectly honest.

“Do you like it?” I nodded. This was where we would spend our time together—until death parts us. We started walking, and I imagined all the moments we would share in the future. A family reunited, bursts of laughter, the sound of running footsteps. Everything felt perfect. And right in front of the renovated squirrel house, we stopped and looked at it. “Dad!” Suddenly, Miles shouted while pointing at a hole in the middle of the tree. All our attention turned there. “Look! There are four squirrels now!”

Along with trees that stood tall a few feet away from the deck were the shrubs that would suddenly waver, an indication of a squirrel nearby. Their patio was paved with marble, making it look sophisticated and classy. Hedges ran along the outline of the patio, and the smoothed rocks that were sprawled beside the bushes embellished the entire place. It was a comfortable and stunning place to just sit around and chill, but sometimes when silence reverberated and the ravens would caw, it would make you feel unsettled that you would suddenly spring from your seat.

As for the risk on his own side? The old man’s heart was not truly at peace as he briefly stopped walking and looked up. His hands stayed behind him. After gazing upward for almost an entire minute, one of his pets arrived, hiding behind the bushes. It was a squirrel, and even though the animal began to talk to him, he continued looking up, pretending the other did not exist. ‘A pair of eyes, huh,’ he muttered to himself. The squirrel was squeaking softly, informing him that somebody was indeed observing him from a distance.

His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and with each breath, I found a fragment of peace. As Sebastian held me close, he continued to speak, his voice a soft murmur against the canvas of my anxiety. "You know," he said, his eyes twinkling mischievously, "I once read that squirrels have a habit of forgetting where they bury their acorns. Can you imagine being a squirrel with a terrible memory? It must be quite the challenge!"

Summer Vacation: The sweet aroma of ripe jamuns and mangoes filled the air, enticing them to hurry. As they reached the grove of trees near a symmetry, they would scan the ground eagerly, racing to spot the ripe fallen fruits. The soft grass beneath their feet was a gentle caress, a soothing contrast to the excitement coursing through their veins. The soft coo of the cuckoo filled the air, a soothing serenade that seemed to lull the trees themselves into a gentle sway all around. In the midst of this tranquility, a green mango fell to the ground, its skin punctured by the tiny teeth of a curious squirrel.

Plus, he would be able to stand against Alpha Damon just in case the man wanted to act out. I looked around to see if I would be able to take any path around to the man's pack. I was still searching around when I heard the rustling of leaves in the distance. I looked in the direction the sound came from, but there was nothing there. I was about to start panicking when I saw a squirrel rush past me. I relaxed my tensed nerves and even managed to smile to myself at how fast the animal was.

It was a small comfort in my otherwise lonely world. "Do you live here, in this tree ?" I asked the squirrel, curious about its home in the forest. The squirrel tilted its head, as if contemplating my question, before scurrying up the tree to a cozy nest hidden among the leaves. "I don't want to lose you," I whispered, feeling a sense of connection with the creature. The squirrel chattered softly in response as if understanding my words, but I was, as he ran out of sight, disappearing into the branches above.

I couldn’t help but shake my head as I pulled the covers over him and pressed a gentle kiss to his temple. “I’ll sleep in the next room, my sweet big rodent. You need rest more than you need me clinging to you.” I whispered. As much as I wanted to crawl beside him and wrap myself around him, I let him be. He came home, that’s enough for tonight. ~~~~~~ Pierce. I found myself in a forest. Two squirrels perched on a tree branch, bickering like old gossipers. “He looks more evil when he’s asleep,” one squirrel muttered, pointing at me.

The shadows aren’t dim, they’re deep and layered and moving. Sound crashes into me next. A cabinet door slams somewhere downstairs. Footsteps pass outside—multiple people, different rhythms, different weights. A car engine hums down the street. Leaves rustle. No—wait—something smaller. Scratching. Tiny claws on bark. A squirrel. I freeze. I can hear a squirrel. “What the—” Smell hits last, and it’s the worst of it. I gag, pressing the back of my hand to my mouth. It’s like being shoved into three places at once—sweet sugar and warm bread, sharp chemicals, sawdust, and something metallic underneath it all.