Invasion of the squirrel

Plunk! Plunk! Plunk! Sounded the piano in a discordant song. What the hey?!!! My siblings looked over at the upright piano in the living room to find a squirrel running across the ivories. Chaos ensued! "AAAAAHHHHHHH!" We all scream!

MollyBea ran to our bedroom and slams the door. Mom and I climbed onto the dining room table, which at the moment was covered with textbooks and worksheets. Mick started chasing the squirrel trying to catch it. Jordan ran for his bow and arrow. "No, you will not!" Mom yelled at him.

The squirrel ran down to the basement to hide. When Dad got home later in the evening he didn't believe us that there was a squirrel in the house. He set a live trap anyway. For weeks that crafty creature evaded being caught. Finally though, SNAP! We heard the metal gate on the trap be triggered. Mick ran downstairs to check and then came up to report that the squirrel was pacing back and forth in the trap. Dad and the boys took the squirrel in the trap out to the wild to release back to its proper home in the woods!