Today Doc was going to show Dusty how to make earthworm stew. It was the best medicine for a sick possum. Dusty had gotten up at dawn to collect one hundred worms as Doc had instructed and his bucket was full at last.
Dusty whistled a happy tune, his mind on making stew, as he walked toward Doc’s cabin. The faint noise brewing overhead didn’t get his attention. That’s why the squirrel’s ambush took him by surprise. Dusty’s head was the target.
The little squirrel hit his mark! In a flash, the squirrel disappeared down dusty’s shirt. He tickled Dusty until he collapsed into a giggling heap covered with squirming worms.
It was hard to believe this was the same squirrel who had been run over by a delivery cart…